Where am I?

She opened her eyes. It was dark. She squinted and rubbed her eyes to adjust to the darkness but nothing much happened. Few seconds should have passed. Something hit her like a hammer to the head. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know what place it was or what she was doing there. She couldn’t remember anything.

‘Don’t panic!’ She whispered to herself but she knew very well that it wouldn’t work. Her heart was racing and drops of sweat started to trickle down her cheeks. She thought of screaming for help but was too frozen with fear even to whisper.

She stood up from wherever she was and slowly began to move with her hands reached out. Few steps and she felt something. It was cold like metal. She tried to feel as much as possible with her hands to figure something out. Not a single ray of light came from anywhere and her racing heart made things only worse. It was still pitch black.

She was still moving slowly, feeling with her hands. Seconds later, it felt like a door knob. A hint of relief washed over her and she pushed the knob. She was terrified that it wouldn’t open but thankfully it did.

She opened the door and stepped out. It was a room and it was totally unfamiliar. The night lamp faintly illuminated the room and she was shocked. Like air rushing into a vacuum, she remembered it all too well.

The place looked unfamiliar because she was on a trip with her friends. She was sleeping. Her throat felt like it was on fire. So she woke up and went to get a glass of water from the next room. She fell asleep again, sitting in a chair, before even getting a glass. It was dark because she did close the door behind her and forgot to turn the lights on.

She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry from the panic attack she just had. “I will never drink in my life ever again!” She muttered to herself and went back to sleep.

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A letter to Me, Myself and I

Dear Me,

I know you’ve been well so I’ll save asking the typical ‘how are you doing?’. Now, I’m not gonna try and make you perfect. Nobody can be. So it’s totally up to you to consider the following pointers or to pull up a ‘talk-to-my-hand’ face.

I know you are trying to live up to being an ideal introvert and all; Just remember that it doesn’t hurt to meet people occasionally.

Laziness kills you. Stop whining that you are bored and try to do something other than being a couch potato.

I heard somewhere that crying doesn’t make you weak. It’s okay to cry sometimes. It’ll save you from a hell of a lot of stress and goddamn migraines.

At the end of the day, all you need is love, they say. You’ve got loads of it from that beautiful family of yours. So take it, chug it, and glow and soar like you are supposed to.

(PS : This is not an advice, coz we know it sucks. It’s just a letter to the soul.)

With warm regards,


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A Sailor’s Sonnet

A beautiful sonnet that I came across! 💙

Pravarthika's log

Did it start with a long summer day?

On waters blue and wide,

A voyage long with none alongside

But gulls that often cry.

Billowed sails catch no more, nay

Nor the shimmering waters’ ride

All too long, an eternal wait

A sailor far from his bay.

But then came the day, with it the dame

To deck the deck to life,

Fill the air with sounds of mirth

A new significance for eternal came

For there ought to be no sorrow nor strife

But joyous new life’s birth.

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A Stranger From The Present

She reluctantly opened her eyes at the sound of the alarm clock that read 6.30am. It was a difficult task, getting out of bed with just about two hours of sleep. But she couldn’t give any more excuses to be off from work. This had become a habit.

Her worst mistake from the past, haunted her like a haunted house, she had to visit and revisit every single night. She never realized that with every day that passes she was far and away from it, one day at a time. Well, time heals they say.

But still, it all felt new and fresh as the day it happened. That night too, was no exception.

She watched herself ignoring her best friend’s calls for a stupid reason. The next day morning the news hit her like a bullet to the chest. If she had just picked up the call, her best friend would have been alive. Apparently, the demons of her best friend’s life had an upper hand that night. She had lost the fight.

“Why are you still here?” Someone from behind asked her but all she could see was darkness.

“Who’s there?” She asked, confused.

“Who am I?” The voice laughed. “You don’t belong here anymore”.

She did not understand. She kept staring into the dark. May be she would have waited for someone to appear.

“I’m your Past. You don’t belong here anymore.”

“If I had just picked up…” words crumbled and her eyes welled.

“Her fate was cruel. Yes. But you couldn’t have changed it whatever you had done. It is not your fault. For years you have visited and now you are no more than a stranger from the Present. You can now go back there to live your life in peace.”

She stood there, million thoughts overwhelming her but the voice was gone.

She slowly opened her eyes when her alarm sang. The air smelled fresh and sweet and she knew that it was going to be a good morning, that day and every day there after.

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