Ellipsism : Sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

United by the havoc of our manipulative selves. We share our little secrets like exemplary lovers. Silver wrapped, irresistible and beguiling. You come home with the promise of changing my world when nothing seems to work. Entwined around fingers. Clenched between teeth. I renew myself like never before. Should I be cautious or let you crash? Because, you hold me. Create me. Cremate me.

Pack of cigarettes.


Memory : December 15, 2014.
Image : Portrait.
Sniper : My Camera.

Place : Home

Nodus Tollens : The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

He was suave, constantly spinning yarns out of my wintry thoughts. Braiding vivid imagery of mountains in my head, before I had seen any. Of deodar forests, rain hitting tin roofs, misty meadows and rhododendron trails. He was deeply and irrevocably in love with the passions that lighten my heart. His eyes deep, dark, prepossessing. I coveted to swim unimpeded in the black depths of his eyes. Tracking his sillage beyond the abyss. Our breaths entwined like sleeping serpents underneath the bright sky of infinite possibilities. I remember those gibberish songs that he used to hum. The warmth of his body still rests below the layers of my skin. His words were pure wine, moreish, enthralling and plausible. Like a single thread with many beginnings and with no end in sight. I still find myself filled to the brim with life's most sublime experiences and adventures. Like a little girl in an enchanted forest enjoying a Sufi spin.

Memory : June 15, 2015.
Image : Spin
Sniper : My Camera.
Place : Some enchanting highway (During a road trip).

Liberosis : The desire to care less about things.

 The First Sip :


... and a number of flavours did a jeopardy in her mind as he insisted her to have a sip. She lifts the bottle and for a nano second her earth, quakes. Being raised with a large number of warning signs of things that harm and intoxicate.

A moment of shared solitude prevailed. Slowly, her heart slipped. Perhaps a little sip to disappear, to hibernate and to come back stronger with some solid experience. She raises the bottle again to destroy that little window of curiosity and sniffs. It smelt havoc. "If I let it crash into me for how long will it stay"? She questioned, looking deep down in his confident eyes. He smiled, took the bottle from her hand and quaffed. "Taste it from here", he whispered. In a moment, they were just a breath away. Nervous. Frozen like an ice cube. Caged with the same racing beat. She slowly melted and stole her first sip from his lips. Bound by light and by the music of their own heart, it tasted like an elixir from his mouth.

Say, who else does she blame now?

Memory : August 29, 2015.
Image : Feet
Sniper : My Camera.
Place : Radisson Blu, Indore.