The sweeping stairs of Gangtok never stop to amaze me even if I have been using them all my life. All those winding trails, ups and downs and the tiled and slippery ones of the MG Marg. I tell all my friends and family to be careful while walking on those tiled ones, which seems … Continue reading Stairs.
Summer. One fateful summer day, when the sky was bluest of the blue, not a single cloud in sight. The sun shone in its brightest, the heat unbearable. I saw her, she was beautiful. She was sitting on a porch, she wore a white summer dress, her beautiful legs rested upon each other. Her brown … Continue reading SEASONS OF LOVE.
As she took off her glasses, she felt naked as if she has been stripped off and exposed. This was her real face, hidden behind her dark framed glasses. If you look closer, you would notice dark shadows forming below her eyes, some people like to call it eyebags or dark circles, but she rather … Continue reading The Nude Face.
There are two kinds of people in the crowd, the one who stood out and the one who melted with the crowd. He belonged to the later. He was hard to notice, he had this powerful ability to melt with the crowds and become one. He was born with the most common features known to … Continue reading The Boy I Once Knew.
"Heard that you make tattoos?" She asked. Her beautiful brown eyes scanned the walls of my works on people's skin. Her eyes were the only thing that were unveiled, the expectations of the society draping her whole body leaving only her eyes as if to see the world but not be a part of it. … Continue reading Draped by the society.
I made this short excerpt while I was roaming around my college campus during my first year. I seated myself below the blue afternoon sky, and my eyes rested on a group of boys playing a basket ball. Though, I never liked the game and nor I know it's rules and regulations but the way … Continue reading The Basketball Player.
“Chai! Chai!” The shrilling voice filled the compartment bringing me back from the trance, then it stopped as the owner of the voice stood infront me. “Bhaishab, chai?” He asked. He gave me his pleading look. I looked at his dark face, his blue faded collared shirt and his big khaki pants dangling on … Continue reading The Way to Home.
"Hey, Chinky?" "Oii, momos and thukpas!" "Chinese." "Nepali." These are the some of the few names that we are used to, you can hear them when we are either roaming the streets of Delhi, Chandigarh or Bangalore or any parts of India. By looking at all the above words, you might be thinking that why … Continue reading The Life of ‘Other Indian’ in India.