Once In A Lifetime Blog Posts

  • Separation
    on Nov 20, 2016 in A Diaries
    I have worked on many scenarios in my mind. None of the scenarios actually ended up with I having you in my life. The glaciers will have to melt someday, and so you will say. The ocean floors have to heave now and then, sending unforgiving waves cras...
  • Moving On.
    on Aug 27, 2016 in A Diaries
    I open my door and almost see you sitting there, angry that you could not get the air-conditioning on. Is that small speck of red on my yellow tea cup a stain from your lipstick? I ride my car and I can see you sitting next to me, glaring at those je...
  • One Wave at a Time
    on Aug 20, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    I can hear your voice on the other side of the phone. Its like some lonesome wave spent from a long voyage crashing unto my shores. I love it when you crash into my world. I love the overwhelming sense of being drenched by you. I love the mysterious...
  • My Silences
    on Aug 10, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    Don't judge me by my silences. They don't divulge the whole story. There is a story that runs in my mind. I carry it's lines in my thoughts and live its scenes in my life. I am the Macbeth and the Othello. I am also the Romeo in my story. You are om...
  • That Pinch of Blue with Grey
    on Jul 20, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    Long flights dredges up lost memories from an otherwise sunshiny life. They come from all the corners, steadily, like coyotes, biting away small bits, from my otherwise well preserved sanity. From my childhood, comes echoes of laughter, and playing...
  • Tomorrow is just another day
    on Jul 8, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    The train that I was on stopped at a small station on route to its destination. There was a sudden silence that fell like a velvet robe across the train. The station was absolutely empty. No guards visible, no vendors, no beggars, no dogs, no drippin...
  • Some stories are like that only
    on Jun 21, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    I just finished this book. It left me disturbed. All the hours spent lovingly turning the pages came to a naught. There was no poetic justice. The villain was not caught, the hero did not get the heroine. It opened up so many loops that never closed.
  • Musings
    on Jun 14, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    I miss many people in my life. I miss the dead but I miss some of the living a lot more. I can see them going about their daily lives, and their everyday lives look just as good without me. I miss a lot of people in my life. Those whom I miss, rarely...
  • Life on a Metro
    on Jun 9, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    The next station is New Delhi. Gates will open on the left. The constant crooning of announcements lull me into a trance. As I consume time and distance, I don't want this ride to end. Everything is so clean. Everything so much in control. Each of us...
  • The Wanderings of the Soul
    on May 28, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    No. I am not in a shell. As I grew older, I grew myself layers upon layers of skin. Each time I found a vulnerable corner, I covered it with a cloak of invincibility. As a child, I was lighter, I could fly. Now, I barely hover. Growing up, I used to...
  • What We Don't Speak About
    on May 26, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    The silences between us stretch longer than these desolate island shores. The slow tides of time is eating away into the very ground under our feets, yours and mine. I loved you once, and I keep telling that to myself over and over again, even as I...
  • Half of you
    on May 25, 2016 in A Diaries
    I am sitting at this airport somewhere and I see a girl who looks quite like you. Something that she did caught my attention. She was almost as tall, almost as fair and her hair, it was just as straight and shiny. The way she looked into her bag for...
  • Hope that Springs Eternal
    on May 23, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    From the dead barks of our yesterday's, hardened with hurt and regret, scrawny with so much of scrounging, and flaky with all this neglect, we can still will for hope to bloom, faith to survive. And then sometimes, like a miracle, from the this stoic...
  • Oceans' longing for the Sea
    on May 15, 2016 in A Diaries
    What if I did not have this phone? Would I have so longingly stared into my empty spaces just as well? There are times when the noise of your silences, deafen me with its roar. It's almost as if an Ocean has come visiting a sea. I am home, and my hom...
  • On Your Side of the Shore
    on May 14, 2016 in A Diaries
    I call her once in a while, and make idle chatter until she brings up you. I don't want her to know, that I think about you. I think about you constantly; but she is important too. And when she talks to me about you, I feel like you are standing on...
  • Redemption
    on May 12, 2016 in A Diaries
    I look at her and she reminds me so much of you. I know that she is another, but I like her not because of herself, but because of you. She looks into my eyes and find me staring at her all the time. Sometimes she asks me, why do you stare at me all...
  • Smoke gets into the eyes
    on Apr 29, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    There was a betel wine that fondly and fiercely cuddled on to a yellow flower tree in my courtyard. They lived together, with each other, intertwined, for as long as I remember. I will pluck the tender betel leaves for chewing pan, and my grandma...
  • Karma
    on Apr 27, 2016 in My Princess Diaries
    The transience of my being Is in contradiction with the permanence Of this journey. I shall come back again And again Forever Until I get to travel Once With you besides me.
  • The Living Well
    on Apr 21, 2016 in A Diaries
    Don't draw from me,  without leaving behind a bit of you in me. I am not eternal. I would wither away, with each day of your neglect.
  • A Train Journey to Hyderabad
    on Feb 7, 2016 in Life like a river flows
    As the sleeper class coach hurtled on iron rails, I found myself gazing out of the window, the wind catching what remains on my balding head. It was the Bogey's willingness to be lead by the engine that surprised me. It kept pace and hurried behind t...
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