Fragments and Illustrations

Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe … More

Treasures, Wings and the Moon

Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing … More

Dear friend of my heart, phlegmatically achromatic, neither a pinch, nor a slip, not even an off-beat ecstatic, this evening … More

swinging… a summer afternoon, sweating and smiling, we are oblivious… come over for a tea, I have saved some Jasmine … More

…as it so happens, tonight has been one such occasion when I (more often than now and then) find myself … More

dark tan… jumping a branch that shouldn’t’ve been down here… tapping fingers, fingers tap dancing upon smooth ceder wood surfaces, … More

I think I dropped my phone in your pocket, I can’t find it in either of mine but you have … More

What had been the most eager subject of our wonderment was shadows, and shadows of all kinds… we would see … More

It was a strange day, I remember… water dripping upwards… no one seemed to notice it though, only me… … More

The evening was visibly pregnant with another night when a dear friend decided to never use her front door again, … More