Ye Meri Hai Kahani ✍️ 🪽

I see a mirror in front of the tiny basin I flinch at my reflection; There is a man behind me  Holding my hair, gently Like a professional hairdresser,  planting a pony tail. I see a mirror in front of the green round basin, I stopped in the moment- As the pause,  While watching a movie with DVD  during the washroom break, Or At times for the freshly danced churmurey. The man played a song from Barfi Placing tiny droplet shaped toothpaste Flavoured with mint, and love. I see a mirror in front of the rectangular gold basin, The man in the reflection had a gentle smile. I fell on my knees Begging the reflection to be of one  Mine, mine alone! The man helped me to brush my teeth; "Clean the tongue, it won't budge me  Rinse the mouth,  There's nothing anxious  if water splashes all over me." Eye level with the cabinet doors,  Sitting still, I see a soap freshly wrapped With elite fragrance 🧼 I feared the swirling froth, Soaking well in my maroon...

"I'm in Delhi for this weekend. Let's catch up." The dialogue looks familiar to many family destroyers: women of a kind and men of immoral values. In July, I received a random dark pamphlet for an invitation out of regret. Readers might end up assuming my beloved's card was filled with cashews inside, but the good news is that my beloved died in the second week of January 2023, crushed under a centipede. Our bond is safe; he is in the grave while I lurch between ugly humans. The screen odor of my past values was rotten in the present then.  BEWARE! My fiction is OUR Reality, not just mine! The pamphlets punched the wall I created to feel safer at the other side. The dialogues filled my skin and bones till I was unable to breathe. We all have heard the sourness of language at some points of our living moments. It became our chronic diseases.  What tears and blood on mouth are to those with lips dipped in wine and Christian Louboutin Rouge Matte Lipstick shades? Nu...

Harry and Ginny don't seem well together- A nightmare for Potterheads - dreams have the best headlines when we doze off reading a good book while scrolling the dua app. Skipping phone's alarm while switching off an alarm clock is a peaceful way of denying technology in minute ways. Still the phone's notifications make way to stab our eyes.  Word of the day - kharisma .  Mobile takes no days off. Too bright to view screen for an early morning while the moon is still visible. Charisma is old kharisma, it doesn't change its essence - the meaning. Same with human beings. They're always the same, unless the stone heart recieves some miraculous rain shower. 🌧️ 🫀 “How can I accept a person that has a stone instead of a heart?" The bathroom mirror stays broken with layers of stickers. Sophia hates the face that holds beards and buises.  “I don't have time for ugly thoughts in the morning.” Pushing brushing to limits releasing blood from mouth is daily breakfast...

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...

The poster of Richard Phillips Feynman in American Series Young Sheldon Intrigued me. It recalled me of an unknown poster with strong words in the middle of my school library in a Wikipedia book hard to hold while standing. I used to sit on benches and most of the time on a comfortable floor while looking for rare books in the last section of the almirah during free periods, without being caught by the librarian to be sitting with books on my lap and floor around. Oh! How much I miss Canossa. The greenery behind the window secretly sharing my laughter, learnings, and curiosity always welcomed me along with the vintage almirahs in the room with bundles of books. Oh! The library is heaven in the universe. I love Almighty for making "knowledge and wisdom" the most important part of the human race. The first word of the Qur'an revealed on earth was Iqra meaning read, recite, ponder.   The further revelation beautifully revealed read in the name of your Lord, who created you....