A Home For The Heartless
I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.
I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.
Unlike everything else, the heart gets hungrier, the more it is fed. No wait, that describes the brain too. Well, my brain and my heart.
Update in 2023: In the mid 2000s, I was an anonymous blogger, soldiering my way through patriarchal India and a newer internet. A lot of people tried to trick me into offering more information about myself, many just demanded it. At that time, one reader sent me an email on…
Love may be a universal need but relationships are certainly not for the faint of heart. Am I a braveheart?
My heart is a sieve. Shot with tiny holes.
I particularly remember the details of a particular journey. It stands out in the multitude of other daily routes and frequent destinations that would checker the rest of my working life. I used to take an AC bus to work each morning where I was spared of the usual Mumbai…
These hints of yearning, of kinship, of trust and kindness, why do they hurt so much more than the words?
You cannot make someone love you. No matter how wonderful, talented, beautiful, fabulous, kind, generous or successful you are. It’s an immutable law of nature. Because the heart that is locked, contains its own key within it. Discovering that is every person’s individual quest and no one else has any…
She perfects her face. She polishes her demeanor. There is a matte finish over her entire being. – A poem on the sheen finish of our lives.
Sensitive is simply how much you allow yourself to. To illustrate, a poem from long ago. Who do you suppose is being referred to here?