There is not a single day
when I don’t try to hurt you.

I take a knife,
try to pierce through you,
but never do you utter
a single noise
apart from wincing-
that too only rarely.

However,
you do make me cry
with your
irresponsiveness.

There isn’t a single time
when I try to cut you
and you don’t make me weep.

I try my best-
either by not looking at you
or by breathing deep
with my tongue hardly pressed
on the roof of my mouth-
yet I am always left
with tears in my eyes.

I wish cutting onions was easy !

2020 was a year that all of us would remember very clearly for the rest of our lives. It was a year that would be etched in the history of mankind for the enormous amount of changes, hardships and adaptations one had to go through. More surprisingly, barely anyone saw it coming. At the beginning of 2020, I had a very positive mindset for the oncoming year and the decade. In my first ever public blog on 1st Jan 2020, I expressed how I was looking forward to 2020s being a roller coaster and how I wished to discover newer…

2020-

a year that many were looking forward to as a milestone for it was the beginning of a new decade;

a year that took us two decades back when mornings used to be about watching Mahabharata and Ramayana on Doordarshan;

a year which made us further realise how humans have been destroying the planet and how only few weeks of restrictions on human activities can help restore the planet;

a year when everyone was asked to leave their jobs because “ye main kar leta hu, aap dream11 pe team banaiye”;

a year when we created another hurdle towards cleaner…

Each night, with the passing time,
a thought pops in my ever exploring mind,
asking questions, unanswered since years now,
to remain so, for years to come by;
For everything is silent,
just like the night,
peaceful, like the calm waters of the Arabian,
unexplained, like the myths,
and like the forest routes:
unmapped, unmarked.

As the clock ticks twelve,
starts a new day,
filling in hope for some,
terrorising another section;
For a beggar has another day to fight,
a lover another day to cherish,
a theist another day to pray,
a student another day to learn;
for its a new beginning,
unseen, untold…

It was in the middle of the night when I suddenly woke up. It was pitch dark and for a few seconds I couldn’t see anything. I turned a bit and found my blanket loosely hanging down because of lack of space. After turning a bit more, a light started to flash onto my eyes from a distance. My hands came out of the blanket in reflex to cover my eyes. I was still and so was everything else. …

Hello fellas ! It has been almost two months since I last wrote. A gap full of unprecedented changes- changes that have been good and forward looking and changes that helped me take a step back and reanalyse my lifestyle. One major change that you would notice upfront is where the blog is hosted- more on this later!

On the day when I published my last post, I had a severe ache in my lower abdomen and was diagnosed with a 10 mm kidney stone. The pain was unbearable and it made me jump and run around my house. It…

During tense days or lonely nights, there are questions that go through our minds. Questions that may or may not have answers but ones that keep coming our way every now and then. Questions varying from ones that are debatable and could lead to outrage to questions that could lead us to peace if at all we pay attention and find solutions for them. The first step however, could be to jot them down, in hope of being able to sort them one after the other and to have a peaceful sleep.

Why is it that we want equality among…

Ever since Sushanth Singh Rajput’s demise, news and social media have remained flooded with articles and debates on nepotism. The sudden death of an actor — so young and talented — has brought a storm in the industry amidst a pandemic that the entire world is already suffering from. The outrage has led to a CBI enquiry and unlike other social media trends, this has continued for more than 2 months now. While there might be mind boggling revelations that come out of the enquiry, we need to hold our breathe and hope for an unbiased report.

Sushanth began his…

Amidst the storm I stood
the trees bustling around,
with the heavy wind blowing
a thought popped, unbound;
Lost it would have been
for the force wasn’t low,
had I not been a victim,
I too, would have let it go.

With the thunder lightning above
I let the thought flow,
each vein of mine knew
the intensity of the blow;
The thought built up
to conquer my mind,
to capture the emotions of my heart
To make me blink blind!

Concept of life was questioned
to put it out straight,
is the storm a replica
of the ever scrutinised fate?
With troubles all…

A few days ago, on the fifteenth of August, world’s largest democracy celebrated its 74th Independence Day. Every year, the day is marked by the hoisting of the tricolour at the historical Lal Qila at Delhi by the Prime Minister of India. The suit is followed by other government offices and institutions across the country including police stations, schools and state government offices. Few establishments use the day for award distributions and organise cultural programmes to remember the sacrifice our ancestors had made for us to be free.

As a kid, it was very common for us to read in…

Rishabh Chaudhary

Marwari. Computer Science Graduate. Amateur painter & writer. Trying to achieve reading goals. Finance & cycling enthusiast.

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