Dearest Dad (An Open Letter to My Healer – My Father!)

Dearest Dad, I don't believe I could ever have enough, or the right, words to present as a tribute to you. After all, how could I give a form to all the unconditional love we carry for each other. While it would never be entirely possible to write about what I feel for you, let's [...]

Last Vacation Ever With Mom – Murree, 2010 (Pictures)

These pictures were taken during that trip, from a camera she had gifted me. Partly because photography seemed to take my mind away from the impending doom and partly because a part of me was still hopeful she'd live and we'd look back to these pictures and smile together. Soon after, she passed away (24th August, 2010) and I stopped taking pictures since my life had reduced to surviving every single breath. I had kept them in wraps since. Never showed them to anyone.

Snippets From my Diary; The Mother Hen

​​I was a good child. Never too demanding. A rather caring one. As I grew up, that trait became more of an instinct. I would know when someone was going through a hard time. I would know when someone was hiding a dark secret. I would know when someone had cried the night before. I [...]

My Writings: We’ve Been Through This – Fragments From My Past

BACKGROUND Please read this! Mum was getting treated in a city 6 hours away from where she/I, was born and brought up or where we had always lived. We ended up shifting our 'home' to this, other, city. Dad got his job transferred there, and got a house alloted at a beautiful place. Until then, [...]

Happy Mother’s Day and R.I.P. (The Hardest Post I’ve Ever Had To Write!)

Alright, then. It's finally time. I've NEVER spoken about my Mom on a public platform or for that matter, I don't even talk about her with my friends or my family, because talking or even thinking about her feels worse than dying on being stabbed with the sharpest knife a one thousand and ninety-nine times [...]

My Writings: Under The Stained Hoodie – A short story

Wilson relaxed back in the sofa, straightening the crease in his premium leather coat, taking a sip of the drink lying on the table next to him. "I want you to kill me." "I'm sorry..?" Matt almost spit through his open jaw.. He had heard Wilson was an overly pampered super-celebrity with a twisted head, but there probably truly wasn't a limit to how much of one he could be.

Free verse poem: The Perfect Kingdom..

Once upon a time, in a far away land, Lived a beautiful queen with her smile so bright, her King tall and dark, and a princess with the widest eyes! Their lives were the merriest and their laughters so loud! Hers was a kingdom all filled with smiles, Unicorns and rainbows, and people so fine. They laughed and celebrated, [...]

My Writings: The Beautifully Broken – A short story.

"Okay, so for how long have you been married? Eight years?" "Eight years and 6 months. Yes." She said with a smile. "Gorgeous. Mr Blake, how did you manage to save your marriage for so long despite being in a profession that, I'd say, makes one prone to cheating?" "Oh I think the credit goes [...]

Snippets from my diary: So, how old am I?

I remember how back when i was a kid, being 20, was what I thought the oldest somebody could get. Now that I am 20 (and 14 days, for that matter), things haven’t changed a lot. In fact, nothing feels different. I mean, other than the fact I’m no more a teen (and of course, [...]