I knew virtually that she lived in the housing board with her daughter and family. I knew she had finished her duties as a mother. And one fine day, back in India, I came to know from Amma that she’d passed away after a brief fever. No more flowers.
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Fiction stories and poems by the Gaysi to be read by all.
We would go on smoke breaks, she and I. She would call and I would drop everything I was doing just so I could have those 5 minutes with her. As she lit up, I would drink her in from head to toe. Her lips, with that tantalizing red lipstick, wrapping around the cigarette and the hollow of her neck getting deeper as she sucked on it.
I wrote you fairytales. Fairytales I thought you dreamed. You did not dream so. I wrote you kisses. Kisses I thought were wanted. You did not want so.
I'm a mother, first and foremost. I live for getting up with my babies in the morning, doing the little ones' hair, and walking them to the bus stop. All day, I think of them while they're gone, and I race home to hear their stories of childhood streaming out of their mouths like a podcast.
as we lie together minds and bodies entwined in perfect, formless symmetry
A full wall-to-wall mirror in my engineering days made the first time I wore a salwar kurta almost a Yash Chopra canvas… The silver bangles, the long dupatta, the almost see through kurta… And the day I fell in love, I felt like Sridevi in Lamhe’s song – Meri Bindiya.
Starting off as empty branches We are eager to smell sweet flowers. So exciting, so treasured, so unique They continually draw us apart from each other.
‘Ay Seenu’ – is how he addressed me, in his yellow painted rickshaw with colorful curves and flowers across the sides, the red seat which bore him across the years, and coir-filled seats that occasionally had to be revamped with new covers (flashy in their own sense), and finally the rickshaw’s foldable roof in a dull, olive green. Doraisamy’s rickshaw could bear up to 6 children in the age group of 4 to 10, - two on the seat facing him, two on the seat behind his back and two tiny tots on the side-seat, which was like a swing, sometimes shooting up the adrenalin in us.
Wikipedia defines ‘endangered species’ as a ‘population of organisms which are at risk of becoming extinct because they are either few in numbers or threatened by changing environmental and predation parameters’.
For past few days or rather weeks, I was kind of in the trouble with myself..... and the name of my blog where i generally write justifies the meaning-”Me against Myself”.
I rummaged frantically through my backpack for the house keys and instead found the key to open the door to my previous apartment, a band aid, a box of matches and lighter, sanitary pads...basically everything but the house keys.
I let the phone ring five times before snatching it up. “Helloooo”, I drawled casually, pretending that I had not been sitting with the mobile in my hands for the last two hours. “Hey...it’z me! I juzt zaw your mezzage. I had to pick up the kidz from zchool”, said my best friend Philomena in a rush. “Not a problem. Guess what? I have an idea for my next column” I said, still playing it cool.
As an over-the-hill, overweight, looking for love and not finding it lesbian, the next best thing to do is to discover romance, adventure, drama and lust from the lives of lesbians who have it all, real or fictional.
You steal me... from me... And all that's left is a mere shell The eyes, without their sparkle The smile... a bit drawn
3: 45 P.M. - sitting in an upmarket office in one end of south Delhi, almost the outskirts. Meeting fixed for 4 P.M. 15 minutes to kill is easy; look around, observe. When do people really work when all they do is talk to one another? Too much laughing for a serious workplace. Hey, look at that girl, nice legs. And another, her high heels make too much noise. And that one there, can’t see her face but her body language says she wants to rush out of the office. Bored.
How do you know What is really happening When you’re unconscious? How do you trust, Really trust, those around you?
Ferry boats, Long car drives, listening to the radio, watching the sunset Give me a natural high - so does lolling aimlessly in bed Au contraire, u prefer long silences, ur ipod and the subway instead And my crazy discourse on life always makes u want to bang ur head
I had another epiphany, This time it was at 11pm. This time about break ups: Do they really need to exist? Assuming the relationship Is not completely toxic. You see, my first love cut it off. Abruptly.
you and your emotions are no more light, hug me tight, in this scary night...
I had an epiphany at 4am While I was thinking about that special soul Wondering what they would tell me to do Imagining their response - To my dilemma