A different time.

A different time.

A few things before you start reading. a) This is not like most of my other posts but I’m hoping you still like it just as much, b) the story is based in a different world (which you can figure out yourself but just in case), c) comment and tell me about your happy times. Enjoy!


Hora was a different twenty-year-old. Of course, she was exactly what no one wanted her to be – the creative kid. She lived in a weird city where everyone had latin names and strict destinies. It was believed that it was important to only do what was expected of you to set examples for other worlds, if there were any. Her name was latin for Time and she was a writer.

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Siblings, games and poetry.

Siblings, games and poetry.

This poem came out of bits and scraps that lay in my head. I cannot tell if it makes sense but maybe you can. Either way, I believe in every word I’ve written in this poem. They’re pieces of me, after all. I hope you like the poem! Do tell me in the comments section below. Enjoy and keep smiling 🙂


My sister believed that life is
like a buzz wire game.

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Broken, happy stories.

Broken, happy stories.

Yes, I named the character of this story after my favorite character on Game of Thrones. I had this concept in my mind for a long time and I like to believe I did it justice. Do you think I did? Tell me in the comments section below. (Maybe tell me your favorite GoT character too.) Enjoy, lovely people!


You know how everyone has a passion, something they love so much, and sometimes they pursue it and make a career in it? That wasn’t Tyrion. He was a dry-cleaner who loved wearing fancy clothes that fit him perfectly. His favorite were solid colored t-shirts that never looked fancy but made him feel like a part of this world. Solid blues on days when he wanted to fly and see the world with a bird-eyes view: a small dotted Eiffel tower and flickering lights and their messages. Pitch black when he wanted to disappear into the darkness and let emptiness take his place. Bright reds or blood reds depending on whether he wanted love or revenge.

Of course, Tyrion never earned enough to be able to buy these fancy clothes. So, he would just wash denims and suits and while his eyes wrinkled and smiled at the sight of these beautiful pieces of clothing, his lips never budged. They were always a straight line. That’s when he came up with the concept of being broken and happy. Did I forget to tell you he loved poetry and weird concepts that made half-sense?

If given the chance to make and wear fancy clothes, I believe he would have the most poetic ones. His wardrobe would be filled with white t-shirts with black eyes and a collar for a smile, or suits with pinstripe lines in the shape of a map that guided you home.

But like I said, Tyrion wasn’t one to follow his passion. He would wash clothes every day and not smile. He would iron on some days and hide his tears in the folds of the clothes. On other days, he would grin so wide, the earth would seem small in front of him. He was happy despite being broken. He did other things that made him happy – like teaching his daughter Salsa on Saturdays and playing football with his friends on Sundays. You can see why he was obsessed with his concept: You can be broken and still be happy.


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Life update: two

Hey!


In the post – 365 – I announced that I’m going to post a life update on the 16th of every month. You can skip it altogether if you’re not interested in anything but poetry. I didn’t realize that yesterday was the 16th of January and so I missed my life update. I’m super sorry and here it is: my second life update.


Well, it’s time to disconnect. I believe there are three things every writer wants to their name by the time they’re 60: a nice book, a great song, and love. A few months ago, I decided it was time for the first of three. I already have the character sketches and outline written but I wanted to be in the right mind space before I started with the writing process. I’ve wanted to get away since my tenth-grade finals got over. I have traveled and been to places for work but never with the intention of ‘isolating’ myself from the world.

On the 21st, I leave for Mumbai, one of the busiest city of India. For those of you who haven’t heard stuff about Mumbai, here’s a quick guide – a) It is filled with people and b) It is super driven. Some would call it the New York of India. Why did I choose a place filled with people to isolate myself from people? For the drive every artist feels when they stay in Mumbai. I’ll go to deserted parts of the city and stay alone but I want the city’s energy, the city’s rhyme and reason to push me forward.

(I will keep posting, though. Every Monday, Thursday and Saturday as promised)

Other than that, I’ll list a few things going on in my life as of now. Tell me what’s going on in your life in the comments section below.

First, I’ve been super obsessed with the word ‘super’ lately but not much by words in general. It isn’t writer’s block or laziness, I think. It’s just that your words seem to hold a lot more value to me than mine lately, which is a good thing. I’ll be back on track soon.

Second, I’ve been listening to a lot of songs lately. My favorite has been ‘Kiss me’ by Ed for a long time now but I’m open to suggestions.

Third, I have a shitty routine but I’ve been working on it lately. It’ll get much better after the Mumbai trip but yeah. I guess all of us have shitty routines at one point in our lives.

Fourth, Cinematography has been calling out to me lately. I’m definitely going to try my hand at it and see where it goes. One thing is certain, I’ll definitely up my Instagram game with it soon enough (so you might want to follow :P).

Fifth, there’s this yearly fest in India called Spoken Fest where writers, singers, YouTubers, and other famous creative artists perform for a huge crowd every year. I haven’t been to one to see yet, but I do hope to perform in Spoken 2020. One of my resolutions. What are yours?

I’m sorry this was so long. I hope you liked it! Keep reading. I’ll post a poem this Saturday. See you then 🙂

Why should I man up?

Why should I man up?

I guess this needed to be addressed, too. It’s super important to realize that men can be men and still do anything human. Women can be women and still be human. Here’s what I want from you today. Smile and love yourself and others a little. Okay? I hope you like this poem. Do comment.


“Man up”
She said.
And so I put down the picture of my dead mother,
stopped crying, trembling, shaking
and smiled.
My eyes were still wet,
And all I could think about was if she had really just asked me,
to man up?
“Boys don’t cry.”
Of course, we do.
We have our heart broken,
We have our trust burnt in flames,
And we live every day just like you do.
We cry.
“Don’t be such a pussy”
If protecting innocent kids from being bullied,
having phobias and doubts,
Talking to a girl when she feels low,
Not passing mean comments with my friends,
And actually liking a girl
Is being a pussy,
Then I will be one.
“Boys will be boys”
Not all of us will break your hearts,
Haven’t you ever spoken to the shy one?
We respect you,
I respect you.
Not all of us will break your trust,
or text you just to flirt.
We need friends too.

These things
make us human.


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