Posted in Writeups

Knight in Shining Armour

I sat on the couch, wondering how I haven’t yet drowned in the sea I was sure my tears should had created by now.
I checked the phone for his texts or any phone calls that I must had missed but there were none. None!

Missed calls

Kuhi (11)
Maa (4)

WhatsApp 

Kuhi (29)

I threw away the phone. One year of being together and he could just go away like that. Without another glance, without a second thought? I know I was being deplorable. There was a time Kuhi and I used to make fun of such characters. But how could I stop these water works?

While I was in my own bubble of misery, I heard some footsteps. It couldn’t be Maa. She isn’t coming home till next Sunday. Was it him? It has to be him. My miserable heart was ready with a pin to burst this bubble of misery. But my eyes couldn’t yet find the courage to look up but even when lowered, they saw a bunch of roses. Yes, he came back.  Of course, he did!

“Bitch! Next time, ditch me like thay and I’m gonna break your head with this bottle”, saying so, she placed the bottle of vodka by the roses.

“Kuhi?”

“Oh! Do you remember Kuhi? I thought your boyfriend- ex, I may ruthlessly and happily too add- of a year and the tragedy of losing him made you forget your best friend of seven years. These roses are for your broken heart and the bottle for me. Now move over your sad skinny ass”, saying so, Kuhi made some space for herself on the couch.

“Told you he was an asshole”, she said. Tactlessly and mercilessly.

My head on her shoulder, though the tears didn’t yet stop but the heart felt less heavy now.

Images credits: Google images


How many times is your best friend by your side when your world seems all dark and twisty? No matter how close we are to our parents, there are just some things we cannot share with them. Or maybe we can but we don’t prefer to. And that’s when our best friends come as knights in shining armour or maybe just a packet of chips or a bottle of vodka.

This post is dedicated to my best friend, Prerna.

My twisted sister.
My partner in crime
My person.

However, just to clear any kind of confusion, this is a work of fiction and has no resemblance with any person, living or dead. (Okay, too much drama xD)



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Posted in Writeups

Within Four Walls

The nights never seem to end. Like a tiger, he pounces and jumps, leaving marks all over. Blacks and purples, they don’t vanish when the reds already appear. And in his incessant pounding, the four walls suck off all my ‘no‘s.

Sunlight seeps in, and I do my best to cover up the medley of those hues. Button up till the top, long sleeves, whether hot or cold. Even then if another man glances my way, back at home, he makes sure a different kind of red marks my body.

My body.

I almost scoff at that.

 Is it mine really? Seems more like his territory

Featured image source: Google images

Posted in Poetry

Pass me on!

elixir

/ɪˈlɪksə,ɪˈlɪksɪə/

noun

a magical or medicinal potion.

I’m the mother’s kiss 

On a bruised little knee more than Dettol ever could be.

I am the plate of plain rice and dal

For the hostel boy who returned home after more than a year.

I painted her face with rainbow hues

When her mother held her hand as she walked out of the closet.

The inkpot to the writer’s broken heart

I am their baby’s first cry after 7 years of trying. 

Or a mere pencil in those tiny hands

Which held hot kettles and brooms for all their lives.

You see, I’m everywhere and nowhere

But next time you see me, use me a little and pass me on.

Posted in Quotations

Quotation Sunday

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

Posted in Collabs, Writeups

Controversy

She took to the stage with a tee that read – “MY God is better than yours.” Sides were immediately taken, abuses already slurred.

Controversy reared its ugly head, blinded to the word, ‘Humanity’ on the back.

~collab with Sara


Just a little (unasked) backstory- Controversy was given as the daily promt a few (or has it been more than few already?) days ago. So, I approached Sara to write something on this prompt as the word intrigued me so much but I couldn’t come up with an idea. Long story short, we came up with this and being the lazy asses we are, we’re posting it now. ^-^


Whoops my backstory is longer than our actual story.

Posted in Writeups

Milestone #1 and Announcements

​Hi there! Followers, fellow bloggers and all!

At the outset, I want to give a huge THANK YOU to everyone for making my blog journey so exciting and beautiful. I had just completed my 1 month of finally starting up this blog and this notification from WP made me so happy this morning. 50 followers YAYYY!!! ❤ (stop snickering, you fellows having too many followers to even keep count xD)

Now, another reason for this post is to just let you know that for this half month and the next month, I might be either very less active or not at all active. I’ve got a huge exam on the 7th of May, for which I’m already very less prepared. So, for whoever looks out for my posts (I hope there’s a few from these 50 people :P), I’m sorry.

Anyways, thank you and hurrah!❤

~Kasturee

Posted in Quotations

Quotation Sunday

Well, I went to watch Beauty and the Beast with my friend, Sara, and I can’t express the array of emotions I went through while watching it. Right now, this movie was all I needed. And Emma Watson is such a perfect human, I can’t even say.  ♥

Have you watched the movie yet? If yes, how did you like it?

Posted in Fiction

Letters that I’ll never send

It’s been a long while since I’ve seen you. It’s funny, isn’t it, how we think we have forever within our fists but it escapes like sand? I still have your contact saved but the name is a stranger’s now. I don’t think I’ll ever dial this number ever (no, not even drunk dial it) but I also don’t think my thumb will ever press the delete button.

How do you delete 5 years of your life? How do you delete promises that meant to you more than your own life? And how, for heaven’s sake and maybe hell’s too, do you delete all the bitter words exchanged, the doors slammed, the tears and face stained with kajal, the chain of cigarettes smoked in the aftermath? Although I guess, you did quite a good job in doing so. But then, you were always better than me; better at writing, better at sports. God! I still stick to the fact that your kisses were so much better than mine. So why am I surprised that you are better at cutting me off your life too? I think it’s a play of the word, denial.

People forget voices the fastest. Not the face, not anything else, but the voice. I don’t remember why. I never paid much attention in Science class. Why is it then so difficult for me to forget your laughter? How you’d throw your head back and laugh. I’d rarely ever join with you because I was too busy watching a 7 year old in that 17-year old body. I also haven’t forgotten the sound of your yawn. You’d stretch your hands and yawn so deeply. Soon after, I’d hear you snoring with your mouth slightly open and your hand still over mine.

How did all of that turn to sand?

It became grains of sand- your laughter, my smile, our kisses and park dates, those 3 a.m. conversations where we bared our souls long before we bared our bodies– in a desert. However did that happen?

I lost you. You lost me. But the most terrible thing that happened was how we lost us.

I still don’t wish bad upon you. I’ll never do. And despite everything,  I know you don’t too.

The saddest irony of our lives was, despite being the perfect puzzle pieces that fit together, we didn’t fit. 

In another parallel universe, maybe- just maybe- we do.

Image source: Google Images


P.S.: Today is one month of my blog. Yay! I’m so glad I started this blog and I’m so grateful for the kind of support I’ve gotten from this blogging community. I know people reach far more milestones by their first month but I love the pace I’m going in and i can’t wait to see what more this blogging experience holds for me. :’) 

Lots of love from one blogger to all the rest. ♥

Posted in Uncategorized

The Joy of Our Lives

The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.

Johnny Depp (actor, Pirates of the Caribbean)

9:00 a.m.

15th March, 2016.

It was the day after my H.S. Math exam and as there was a 7 days gap before my biology exam (for which I was already  well prepared), I was still on my bed, asleep. Suddenly, I felt my father put something on me. When I woke up, it was a tiny puppy, a street dog.​​

Now, the last time, we had a dog, I was 1 and a half years old when he was brought and 7 when we lost him. I’m bad at knowing breeds. He had white long fur, that’s all I can say. We loved Ricky and terribly miss him even till date; he was more like a brother to us than a pet and so, we were as hell skeptical about this new dog. Does Papa want to replace Ricky? It cannot replace our Ricky.

I remember I totally gave him the cold shoulder. For almost a week, I wouldn’t let him inside my room. He would be sitting in front of my door but his puppy eyes failed to move me.

Fast forward 1 year and I can’t imagine my life without him. I don’t know how he slowly but steadily made his way into my heart; into all of our hearts. The way he would jump at us after we come from our colleges and offices. The way he looks down whenever he would do something wrong and Maa would scold him. There was no way for us to not love him. 

I remember the time he first got up on our bed, after trying for a zillion times. He wouldn’t get down from the bed afterwards. And although, he has his own bed, he would displace everyone from their positions and make his place between us on the bed. And now, it has become a norm for my sister and me to sleep with him.​

Doobdoob is 50 shades of cuteness. You know, what’s the cutest quirk he has? Whenever one of us sits near him, he’d put his paw on our hand or thigh and try to pull us towards him.

​I have no idea why people are so prejudiced against street dogs. Even before DoobDoob entered our lives, I never saw any stray dog as a potential danger. Why would they or for that matter, any creature, harm you if you don’t harm them. If only more people understood that. Give them love, they will give you back so many folds more. They deserve a life of love too, and if you can, I urge you to give that to at least one. I know my life has become so much better because of Doobdoob.

Let me conclude with Roger Caras’ saying-

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.