Being Different

"They think I'm strange," she lamented. The mother smiled. She had heard the same about herself. "You're not strange, child. You are different," she explained. The girl thought silently before asking, "Is being different good?" She answered the question herself; "I am happy and that's all that matters, right Mom?"


Another Sneak Peak at Just me, the Sink & the Pot

One day a classmate asked me, “Where is your lunch?” I told her that I had already had it and went back to my fake laughter and smiles. The others chatted and laughed while they ate from their tiffin boxes. Some brought samosas or ice cream from outside the gate. My hunger pangs got worse…Read more Another Sneak Peak at Just me, the Sink & the Pot

What If

It was her love that held her prisoner. It wasn't anybody else's dreams that stopped her. But what if you woke up one day and realised that your dreams were a living nightmare? And what if you found out that you were the creator of your own misery?


A Reminder

Sometimes she wondered if it was fate. "Why was I born when the stars weren't positioned right?" The girl blamed the parents, astrology and God. But then she dried her tears and felt a smile as loving purrs and head butts reminded her to be grateful. 


No more

I am no more, Because I have no joy. I am no more, Because I see no hope. I am no more, Even though I breathe.


A Poem on Animal Cruelty

Light turned into darkness, Created by the superior being. Heart broken into bits, Done by the superior man. Love transformed into tears, Thanks to the great human.


Can you…?

Can you see my unshed tears, As they threaten to take over me? Can you touch my many scars, As they burden my heart forever? Can you hear my silent wishes, As they struggle to find a voice?