Ye Meri Hai Kahani ✍️ 🪽

I've stopped counting how many times I've been rejected as a research associate from excellent institutes and have been disqualified by the prestigious, creepy NTA NET/JRF. I recall the failures with another cup of refreshing tea because tea is a gentle hug. I fail, I study, analyse, and fail again. It reminds me of my school's intercollege debate speeches. I never was able to make one!  Passing moments reflect the shades as in the colour palette of Harry Potter or La La Land . Both are fantasy, just like my success. Am I successful? By society's definition - definitely not. For me? Umm... I suppose I've grown. I can critically analyse the anti-charismatic authors like Salman Rushdie or Amitav Ghosh . Don't get me started with their lavish lifestyle and distorted facts for merely placing their books in the genre of magical or eco-realism. I would have preferred Mr Roald Dahl as a better author for us adults. People say the truth is different for everyone, as t...

Finishing a wonderful cup of black tea With flavorous masalas colonizers invaded India for, In the cosy balcony witnessing the uninvited rain showers  Reciting best-loved verse from the Quran  My eyes welcomed a tear of missing a person long gone. Humming a dua for the safety of all I welcomed the radio cracking between  The broken signals of towns Bringing the souvenir of past. Memories and fragrance, Delightful tea and rain on skin, Cherishable beyond. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Stargazing with a tint of moonlight- Invading privacy through the window Touching the gentle wound Bathed in water, Dettol, warm hands, and now some light Comfort, water, and a deeply cut face in the mirror  Instead of the reflection  Admiring the beloved with Betadine Antiseptic Topical Ointment, Patient face hiding the worries. Two Reflections giggling at the funny unskippable YouTube ad,  And I think to myself what a wonderful world. A friend and sibling with...

The faces on the cinematic screen scream thoughts accumulated in the human mind, unlike humans who hide prickly little lies from their family, friends, and partners to maintain a comfortable facade, except for themselves.  On screen, a blonde actor with glittering eyes declares, You're a monster and a liar. Recently, my partner lied to his mother about his visit to Cairo, fearing that the dense heat would trigger his long-dormant allergy. When I asked him why, he protested that he wanted to spare her immense stress and prevent additional medication. I couldn't help but notice the irony. I asked him the reason, to which he protested, for how her mother should be saved from immense stress by adding extra pills to her medicinal journey. I disliked the taste of truth at the cost of comfort but had to accept anyway. Our phone contacts break three times a week when his office shifts from learning language to accepting disrespectful colloquial terms from fellow foreign officers. I mis...