Move on with life.


Approaching into the fog. The fog that will engulf him. He’ll be swallowed. But what will remain are the tyre traces on the sand. The tyre traces will fade too with the wind. And what will remain is a memory of him. Of the things that happened and vanished.

So, stop looking for traces but the memories, that are perpetual.

– Bhavya


Sadness prevails

Some days you are sad for absolutely no reason.(No reason? Are you kidding me? You have every reason in the world to be sad.)

Your heart is heavy and you look for a dark room or perhaps, a washroom to cry your heart out so that nobody, absolutely nobody can see your endless tears and drenched cheeks. Your eyes are filled with tears and you hide them behind your ‘feigned’ smile. You feel broken and fallen apart. But at the same time, you do not want anybody, particularly your loved ones to know about your state. And if somebody sees you in that dark room, accidentally though, you turn your face away and wipe off your tears before they come to notice. Your inner self shouts out at God for your current state but there’s absolutely no answer. This shout-out relieves you, for a few moments though.

You want to be alone. You want melancholy. But can’t because people around you need you. They want your presence.

So, in the end, there’s no escape.