an evening where couples chose between Chinese food and cricket finals.
“If you see me go into that state, please hold my hand. I’ll be fine then.” A more self-aware statement had not been heard from D in a long time. All the anger, rage, mania, distilled into one tremendously tender realisation. It happened when he was alone. ‘It’ was a place where D may haveContinue reading “The darkness within”
When a friend’s father dies…
a friendship story with a unique soul.
What is keeping us here?
When conversations become contests.
Words cut through clutter.
Colouring your hair.
I again spoke to a friend with whom i had a major disagreement a few days ago. Both of us realised that we had seen the same thing and yet, come to different conclusions that felt like an attack on each other. “Sorry,” was said multiple times.
Oh Meghalaya, have we done to you?