So many thoughts crowd the mind that I’m having trouble putting them all down. But I guess there must be catharsis at some point through words and this catharsis has taken far too long to come. So here’s a fair warning. This is going to be a random, perhaps incoherent blogpost. First, about marriage. What…
Author: Accidental Writer
Travelling solo…
I really missed travelling solo. The world seems to have a problem with solo female travellers. Especially Indian tourists travelling with an entourage. Two aunties asked well-meaning questions on why I’m travelling alone in a space of two hours. Not that it’s any of their business but for some reason, people don’t seem to get…
Fiction: Choosing you…
It’s been two weeks since we even spoke to each other. I see you waiting for me even before I turn into the road. My heart skips a beat. I can’t wait to be with you and feel your presence. You’re busy talking to someone as I pull up. You glance sideways and raise your…
Fiction: Pleasant surprises
The morning is insanely busy. Murphy’s law comes true in almost every possible situation. My alarm fails and I oversleep. I wake up at 8.30 to realise the geyser has malfunctioned and I have no hot water. The milk boils over, forcing me to clean the entire gas stove, thereby wasting even more time. By…
Of identity, belonging and other things…
The weekend has been relaxing. But it’s also been a time for introspection and reflection. I’ve been meaning to put my thoughts down in words for two days and failed: partially because I haven’t had the time. But mostly because I’ve struggled to articulate these feelings like never before. We drove from Chennai to Coonoor…
Fiction: Reunion…
As the plane taxis down the runway, I find myself suddenly nervous. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. We have arrived in Pune. The temperature outside is 28 degrees. Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign is turned off. It is now safe to use your mobile phones.” At these words, I stop paying attention to…
Fiction: Coincidences…
It’s a cold winter night. I curse my luck for having forgotten my scarf as I hurry back to the hotel room in an effort to avoid an unexpected sharp shower. It’s almost March but this year, it looks like winter has decided to stay longer. Too bad, because I was actually looking forward to…
Fiction: Raging Storms
I park the car and get off. I look up to see a sight that takes my breath away. It’s a small but beautiful house. I walk up to the tiny wicket gate. An overgrown canopy of creepers arch over the entrance making the sight prettier than ever. I briefly wonder if I must take…
If wishes were horses…
If wishes were horses, I’d be right next to you, snuggling up to you in the warmth of your bed. If wishes were horses, I’d kiss you deeply, drawing myself close, with every inch of gap being an inch too much. If wishes were horses, I’d hold your hand against my chest so you can…
Fiction: Exploration
You gently hug me from behind, blowing into my hair, kissing my nape. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as I feel the most pleasurable sensations. Your hands seek my hips, caressing them softly. I sigh. You turn me around and look deep into my eyes. My heart stops. You take my fingers and kiss them…