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

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

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

Simple Defeat

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A Bird That Will Walk

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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

Leaves

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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

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

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

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