Here’s a sneak peak in Marlyn’s head Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities, Truth isn’t- Mark Twain. However, worn out the sentence might sound, it holds the ultimate truth. While it also metaphorically answers the ongoing debate on Joyce Carol…

It is like asking a pathological vegetarian to eat fish. What is normal for society is not normal for an individual. What is toxic for an individual is not toxic for society. Most of the time, society obsesses over issues of high-grade personal choices. Much of our subjective choices are…

Can a woman mansplain? After the life-altering dawn of digital communication, ‘Voices’ have become prominent and spectacularly striking. Especially when it comes to knowledge, we as civilized species are accustomed to the inflated sense of intellect, that usually results in doling out pieces of unsolicited advice and explanations. Mostly un-asked…

After crossing paths with death, I’ve come to realize that there is no rhyme and reason attached to your good karma with sudden tragic events — I am a morning person. Everything that drives my motivation and energy happens in the morning. Just like that day, when I got up early around 6 am, to find myself wheezing out of chest congestion. I have strong lungs, not because I run a marathon, but because I don’t…

How the label haunted my adult life I am sitting on the last bench, literally, on the alleyway side. Fidgeting with my half-eaten pencil, I impersonate being normal. The tide of anxiety is raising its head like an untamed cobra in the jungle. The signboard above the door reads, Class-V|B…

Observing people pass by fuels me with curiosity and compassion I was always taught to mind my business and keep my vision blindsided. They said it’s a sign of a refined, well-behaved girl. She keeps her eyes pinned to the ground. Mostly like the Mule with blinders, I kept my…

Try accepting it as your incorrigible shadow — Suddenly you blink and realize that life has staggeringly changed. I have witnessed this impromptu gush quite often. Life suddenly flips, and I realize that it wasn’t quite what I wanted. Sounds familiar? Come I’ll walk you through the journey of grief, like a travel guide manoeuvre through the archives…

She found me after 5 years, while I forgot her name. — I have a special error code in my brain that enables it to forget the names. Names of people I am associated with or have neighborly affection. Often I run into them only to be neurologically insulted. I assume it is to do with the Karmic cycle! Like how else…

Here’s what happens when you stand your grounds — Unlike first love, my first project was a total disaster. My client was into a trade fair and she hired my services to write her website. She was new and so was I, like teenage love, both of us were mesmerized. I assumed her the wind that’d sail the boat…