The Journey of Nostalgia

Hello Friends! I have reached my 100th post on my personal blog! To celebrate this, I had previously asked my friends on social media, and on WordPress to send me word(s) or phrases for me to create something out of them. I have tried to incorporate the words you (they) sent me in the most beautiful way I can in the last part of my series “The Journey of Nostalgia”.

You can read parts 1 and 2 here:

The Journey of Nostalgia (1)

The Journey of Nostalgia (2)

When I was a teen
I thought I knew it all
But I was only eighteen
And had never thought about much really

When I was a teen
I thought I was independent
Because I had read and seen
Books and movies
And I thought I was the wisest of them all

When I was a teen
I thought alone and lonely were the same
But all I had felt was loneliness
I hadn’t known what it is “to be alone”
I didn’t know the difference

Sleepless nights
Moonless and dark
No streetlight
Could create the dawn
I wanted so desperately

Early mornings
Sunny and hot
Gulping coffee
Concentrating so hard in class
That I often forgot
There were people around me

People, classmates especially
Were bothersome, cumbersome
In my way
I had no time
For mindless conversations
For my brain to distract itself
From what really “mattered”

I was lonely
Despite having friends
It was not their fault
Heck it was not mine
I engaged in a lot of activities
Like Rotaract*
Just not to think about
When the sun would set
And I would be in solitude
With my dark and painful thoughts
Dissecting my actions and feelings
Of the day
Of the week
Of the month
Of the year
Of 10 years ago

I never thought
The sun would ever dawn
In my world
But it did

The dark thoughts still
Tiptoe in my mind
But they are ethereal**

I have experienced a new slice of the world
I have had a taste of true freedom

And once you taste real freedom
Your taste buds can’t go back
To the old and unevolved
There is a thirst and hunger
For the uncertain and the unknown

You experience
The good and the bad
Of being alone

Just taking a bus somewhere
Is an achievement
Getting lost and finding your way
Is the most fun
You can have

Disappointment and excitement
Become a way of life
And you wish
Everyday had an element of risk
Which makes you want
To seek to understand***
Yourself and your purpose


Happy Independence Day to all my Indian friends, here on the WordPress platform and everywhere else!

I would like to thank my friends:



***Cyril Junior

For their words and/or phrases

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Hello everyone! Here is a series of poems/thoughts/ramblings on the theme “Perfection”.



I wanted to be perfect!
Tall and slim,
With chubby cheeks and high cheekbones,
With a sharp jawline and perfect eyebrows,
Not a hair out of place;
Molding my body in a shape that is unnatural to its origin,
Telling myself that I am worthy only when I reach a certain standard.
I wanted to be perfect!



What is perfection?
A child’s knee with no bruises?
A baby’s bottom with no rashes?
Or a mother’s heart with no fear?



Each instance in your life is perfect
You remain perfect as you grow
Because you learn;
You learn that who you were 10 years ago
Was the best you could be Then
And the person you are Now
Is the best you can be Right Now

If you want to write a poem, a thought, a short story, a sentence or anything on this theme, link it in the comment section below and I’ll make sure I’ll check it out.

Thank you for reading.

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The burden of secrets

This post is in response to the “Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 13

This week’s theme is – Weight’

The rules are:–

  1. Only one submission per user is allowed.
  2. You must link the original in order to be considered for the competition, i.e. pingback your post to the post.
  3. Word limit is strictly 100 words.

Her shoulders could no longer bear the weight of the secret that she had been holding for so long. Nightmares flooded her happy and melancholic memories. Regret filled her eyes as her life passed through her head. She dissected the guilt, the anger and the viciousness that she felt, and she realized that the double life that she had been living caught up with her. She could no longer contain the feelings of disgust, confusion and frustration when she thought of the love that she held for her colleague, a woman, despite being a straight married woman for 10 years.

You can check out my series of thoughts on the theme of  “Perfection”:

“I wanted to be perfect!”

“What is Perfection?”

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Flash Fiction : Button(s)

I’m back to writing with a flash fiction!

Here’s my take on the July 5 prompt.

Granny Ruth made the best cookies in the world. They were sweet, crunchy and filled with chocolate chips. Alice was staying at her grand-mother’s place for the holidays, and though she already had her share of cookies for the day, she wanted more. She had seen a cookie box on a table in Granny Ruth’s room, so she tiptoed in and tried to reach the box, pushing from the sides, for the box was too far from the edge of the table. The box fell and all she found were buttons, small, big, patterned and flower-shaped instead of cookies.

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Nothing more than an infatuation (3)

I am jealous
I am overzealous
I am passionate
I am caring
I hope you see it
Before it dies out
Not that it will. Ever.

My love for you
Is like a candle,
Lighting all night.

Being consumed by fire
Just makes it stronger
Just when you think
There’s not much left of it
It becomes alive. Again.

My love for you
Wears a coat
Which does not allow
The storm to enter
But allows your flaws to fade

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The post

I have recently watched the movie “The post” and I found part of a dialogue that I really liked. I don’t remember it verbatim but here it is.

The only way to assert our right to publish is to publish.

I think it will resonate with many writers/bloggers out here. I personally love movies which help me understand history in all its shapes, colours and occurrences.

My favourite snippet of conversation

This is a conversation between Donald and Cooper from the movie Interstellar and it resonates with me so much at this point in time.

Donald: This world wasn’t enough for you, was it Coop?

Cooper: Why? ‘Cause heading out there is what I feel I was born to do? And it excites me? No that does not make it wrong.

Donald: It might. Don’t trust the right thing done for the wrong reason.

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