Posts by Saranya Das

Wish Versus Memory

Summer evenings have always been the best thing about our tiny hometown. Do you remember the evening that made us fall in love?   Do you remember the tree and the pond in the garden? The pond that made us fall in love with our reflections, and the tree that made us fall in love with imagination.   We had an irresistible urge to climb the tree. Do you remember

Being Aunt Frida

When I was young and lived with Aunt Frida, I got to witness some utterly crazy days. She was the one to teach me things, and that is how I came to learn most things in the weirdest manner possible.   “You will someday grow up to be as crazy as Aunt Frida,” my cousins would tease and scare the hell out of me. Well, let me tell you what

Rest In Peace

  I sit beside the old man’s grave and reflect upon my smallest ignorance that will certainly lead to my mightiest regret.   I have never had a strong grip over any aspect in life. In between the phases of chaos, I am sometimes gifted with an opportunity to do something worth cherishing. But then, I act like the sea; I eventually tend to let go of my gift at

Simple Defeat

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A Bird That Will Walk

<script async src=”//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> Maa,   My wings are broken. I no longer look like the bird you had given birth to.   I take several leaps into the air each day, but nothing leads to a flight. The thought of being tied to the ground haunts

Breath

Ila, it has been six years. And I still sit for hours each day, with a pen in the hand and haunting memories on mind, to write you a few words.   Your unexpected departure has taught me something. I have learnt that peace is tricky; if we make it wait too much, we lose it.   As days turn into a pool of complicated emotions, I try to make

Leaves

<script async src=”//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> Peter, let’s talk about trees. Do you remember the first time we stared at one together?   I don’t remember what tree it was. But the time of the year was spring and the tree was utterly leafy. I don’t remember the day

Vessel

Now that I have embraced the unpredictability of life, it kills me to spend even a second more without letting the world know that its beasts couldn’t be successful in snatching away my essence.   Dear world, I have never been anything but a vessel. I preserved whatever I was given. I contained whatever they showered on me.   They filled me with emotions of a thousand shades. And I

Sleep

There was something utterly serene about watching him sleep. I could do that for hours together. Since he was not much of a happy man and my eyes had to be tormented throughout the day with the sight of his distressed face, I treated them well at night by watching him fall back to tranquility, to calmness, to dreams. He used to sleep like a baby, cuddled up innocently. Even

Showers

As the drops descended, slowly dousing the parched earth, I was confounded by my heart’s ascending elation. Why, I had never thought the pours could excite me anymore! The pretty little droplets falling down from the billows in the space could still provide me with tranquility. That was utterly unexpected.   I couldn’t help laughing at the silly creature I had turned into since the day you broke my heart.

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