Thursday, November 3, 2011

Her hair

(Its a short story I wrote one sleepless night...)
She woke up dreamily, drool stains all over her mouth. Weekday, school
again, her bittersweet thought. She liked school, but waking up from
sleep was horrible.
Yawning, she went to mom's room. Mom was still sleeping. Nothing
astonishing. Dad had explained to her, how mom works hard at home
every day. So, she deserved this right to late rising and dad made
breakfast. Lucky her!
'Now brush, bathe fast, little kiddo. No time to waste! Hurry!' Dad
called out from kitchen.
Once inside the tiny bathroom, she couldn't, as always, resist playing
with mom's wig. Grandma always lied to her about this. 'Your mom
hates her hair. So, she's gotten this false hairdo.' Lame excuse! They
thought she was stupid. She could guess what this was about. Pakka.
Her mom had some hair loss condition. She even took medicines for it
all the time.
A quick sip of milk, a quick hug to dad. Mom was in washroom. It was
getting late. She rushed to bus stop.
Mom came running after her. Panting, in her night suit.
'Thank god! I thought I missed you. Go carefully. Be a good child. God
bless you.'
Waving at mom from school bus, she thought, 'She keeps doing this, all
the time, be it school time, or playtime. as if she won't be able to see me
again ever. Come on! I'm eight. I'm a big girl now!'
Her mom smiled, waved, kept looking at bus till it turned. A silent tear
escaped, narrating an epic...

Monday, February 7, 2011

Fish of universe

It is a mobile note written by me in a bus journey when I was travelling alone.


Looking at the starlit sky passing by,
through the window of a bus full of people,
menacingly looking at a girl,
who takes the liberty to be alone and safe and happy...
Wondering about life, the silly superstitions, customs, prejudices and the fish of the universe in general.

Lullaby

Sing a lullaby to my tired soul
I just crave a blissful sleep,
Uninterrupted by nightmares that creep.
Pain isn't relieved, hard as you try.
Its better that I peacefully die...
-A silent crusader

Dedicated to the brave souls who fight incurable diseases for the sake of their loved ones

Hi there!

Myself, 18 year old girl, studying in a science research institute, NISER.
Shabby, talkative and optimistic in general. Something you'll call, 'a bubbly spirit'.
But everything said and done, at the end of the day, my pains lie in the deepest core of my heart, all the 'uncool' thoughts unexpressed. Somebody said to me the other day, in another context, "its never too late to pursue it". So, here I go...
Its random, its gibberish but its me. :)