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JUST IN THE BRAIN.

The dusk has arrived, and he dropped me at home, He gave me a peck and went back alone.  His ring on my hand and mine on his hand, The promise we gave together is unplanned. He looked good and wealthy, with a huge home and name, But what if his deeds and ethos are only a game? With fear and anxiety, suffocation and pain, I told myself it’s all just in my brain.  It is so hard to seethe and heavy to breathe, I went to my bed, getting ready to weep.  The alarm has rung and so is my phone, To drive to my job and enter their zone. Reach, work, leave is only what they say. But, salary, bonus, hike are all what I pray.  Craving to follow my passion is a dare,  But, buying my own house is everything I care. With fear and anxiety, suffocation and pain, I told myself it’s all just in my brain.  It is so hard to seethe and heavy to breathe, I returned back home, getting ready to weep. I am in a wrong place and I know it, Impossible to shout out so I chose to quit.  Surviving a wife and a mother
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AN UNUSUAL DAY

That bright reddish dusk that’s falling on your face, making you even prettier than every other day. With the light music in the background, looking at you adjusting that knotted earring from my favourite dress you’re wearing tonight skipped a beat. It’s been 3 years 7 months 4 days and it’s the same boy trying to look into your eyes and confess his feelings. It is that moment when you were ready to finally look at me, the alarm that was lying next to me began to jangle unusually. Yes, it was unusual. That beautiful dream, my chaotic room, the rushing vehicles down the lane and the world through my window felt unusual. The urge that thumped in me took the bike keys to see you, right away. “Anthena?”, the reeled voice from behind paused me to exit the door. A 25-year-old robotic roommate trying to sync his actions to the voice from the rectangular mobile made my room a metallic lab filled with mobiles.  The world around me is pretty different this time. Every inch around me seemed like
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The Dark Box

  It’s all dark, black and blind. There is undeviatingly nothing to see around me. It’s all dead. I could feel something in my hand, soft, partially wet and feels spooky. After a while of buried silence, an irksome noise ran closer to me, made me roll and fall down, trashed my head to the hard surface, a height of the wall, I guess. Slowly, from nowhere, the sounds started to increase in high pitch, crying, someone calling my name, screaming, everything mixed. The darkness was circulated with hot spells that I started to sweat continuously in fear. My breath is rapidly high and my heart was pounding heavily, it is all suffocating and doomed. This moment, I understand why darkness is negative. After a while of cranky sounds, the box of darkness turned calm and dead, again. I tried opening my eyes, holding onto the edge, I stood. Now, I could witness a flare of sparkling light somewhere far from my sight. The sparkling light started to blink, rapidly increased its pace as I tried run
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AN EDGED LIFE

A black-edged sapphire shaded butterfly was taking rest on my pointed nose as I opened my eyes listening to the morning chirps of sparrows. I guess it was trying to suck the nectar because its sting kept tickling me, made me shook my head and it flew away. I could see the striking colours of the sunrise through the rusted window beside me and my body is shaded with its golden rays. It was refreshing and beautiful. I stepped out of our tiny hut after getting a morning hug from my amma to give breakfast to my appa. Though I see everything daily for 8 years, I fall in love with my village again for its serene. As usual, I crossed all other 17 concrete houses and 25 huts, fought with the old lady sitting on the way to the river, teased the girls who hid under the water after seeing me, imitated the aunties’ carrying their pots on heads and entered into the green land. The natural breeze was touching each part of my skin as I enter into the fields. A basket in one hand and a stick
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AN UNPLUGGED LOVE

It's a chotu silent roar from another soul. As usual, I was lying half-dead under the sheets, enjoying yet another weekend. The pink sky, yellow birds, a blue road and we four friends going on a weekend trip by cycle having four wheels. The retro songs of friendship and breakup songs of Arijit, were continuously running on our lips as we go on and on. Suddenly, there was a magnified body of our boss screaming the word deadline followed by a dominating huge mobile, raucously cackling the Redmi note ringtone, opened my eyes. Uff! It’s just a dream. I observed the clucking roars haven’t stopped yet. so I stretched myself to take my phone. Your name. Your name on the call woke me up completely. The tiny old me from inside started to pump again when I heard your husky voice after a very long time. That voice of yours pulled me back to the beginnings. I remembered those mornings waiting in the corridor to see you for a few seconds. My sweaty hands on the railing, eyes in a ra
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AN ENVISION

The day is finally here and the crossings on this aberrant paper made my packing easier. The checklists are indeed fun, as she said. Now, it’s time for me to look presentable. After all, I am going to witness that beautiful smile after 7 months. It’s half past 6 in the morning and these 4 lazy bums are still sticking to their bedsheets. Well, I don’t care because it’s my day. I am all prepared in my pale white shirt and black pants, gleaming black sandals that were hidden in the trunk since ages and a gold ring waiting to be on her finger. “Where are you going?”, a sound from the floor came with a morning sneeze on a dozy roommate’s face out of curiosity. “To meet my love,” I told him and left blushing. It took 6 hours in reaching the road that leads to our home. From those travel journey with a crying baby in a honking bus to the fields that crossed along in the train, from the hustling crowd in the railway station to the friendly auto drive from the station, all the memories w
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MISSING YOU

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The hustling bustling white marble floor, filled with panicked staff living in a frenzy mode waiting for the official announcement so that we can work from home in this quarantine. Every single face around me look so crackled with many questions in their brains and I am here, eagerly waiting for the office buzzer to ring so that I can disappear from this place. I wish my cubical had a secret door to directly bump into our home.   I was dreaming about you in those red Pokémon night suite dancing on your favorite song, making the dinner table ready with my favorite food, bouncing here and there singing out loud so that I can identify your mood of the day. I open my eyes with a jerk in the auto and smiled at the cute dream. I finally reach home and standing in front of the door. I know you are waiting for me at the other side of the door, to hug me and share what all happened the entire day. I open the door and everything vanished. The excitement of waiting to see you after a t
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