Written Traces

Don't get clicked on your wheelchair. Crop the part which is showing your braces.  Why? Are those making me any less of a person than others ?  Are those making me any less efficient than I already am? If I crop the braces does that momentary manipulation change the reality? Missing the Obvious Despite looking at the real and practical favour these aiding devices have made in my life, all you get to see the psychological discrimination that people have.  If you ask yourself then this notion is not even yours. The notion is well indoctrinated in the minds of people that it now has its hegemonic effect on everyone. Not Another Tragedy It's neither bad nor sad. It just is !!! It is that bandaid you have to put on after your central nervous system gets injured.  As simple as that. Don't need to give it an arc of an epic tragedy.  And even if you do give it a tragic arc then you should also come forward with a concluding epilogue. After telling how sad these are , pe...

"Punished for their own choices" By Arushi Bhaskar, Indian Express While I can understand the pressure behind the creation of catchy headings having myself been into the industry of content creation I cannot help but to point out that except for the fact that both the murders have happened all the rest are nothing but a narrative of most erring. But what were the choices? The choices of Ayushi Yadav Ayushi Yadav, 21, a girl in her graduation years falls in love with a classmate and decides for a clandestine marriage in Arya Samaj and returns home and spends a whole year at her parent’s house, meeting the boy in public places then returning again to the parent’s house and doing it over throughout the year all the while expecting the parents to approve the marriage and do what ? Keep them both at their house ? Or send them off to the boy’s house ? A surreptitious marriage, was that all that the choice entails? What about the boy? Doesn’t he have something to contribute to t...

I don't like to forget that. Why is that? As opposed to the unanimous mandate , i don't.  It's not like i can't, i so willingly just don't want to. As bad as it might be for a memory to lock i would still very much like to have it, remember it , rehash it and cry for it.  It's oddly satisfying. It really is. I love it , love doing it. I love to cry, whenever i get a chance and whenever no one is around i just remember all the things leading to the end and cry. The harder the gasp the more satisfying the whole process of purging my inside gets.  It really clears up. I can feel how light my heart gets after that. I vouch for it.  The convention doesn't always work. What they say can also sometimes be something you should do the exact opposite of.  The need of remembering is as simple as this, If i don't remember, i will forget. You don't have to be the quickest of a cat to get that. And if i forget , i will be forgetting the end. Then it will be someth...

It all started almost 2 years back. Before, it wasn't healthy. Infact it was all toxic. The talks, the texts, the remarks, the comments, the consolation, the condemnation, all were the same as they felt no different. There wasn't any soothe in the words nor could the words be any more implaling. Even after all the introspection i still can't answer what kept me that long? What was i waiting for? What was i getting from being gaslighted. I laughed at the lamest jokes.  I did my best to go through a full song of k-pop. No xenophobic but i hate Korean means of entertainment, no hard feelings BTS , it's just I don't dig. Not even once during the whole existence did i feel happy.  On the surface, yeah, i am a good perfomer. Call it whatever the hell you want but it takes a real genius to pretend to enjoy a circle or company for 8 effing years. I guess i just did not want to be left alone. I thought the tick tock of the clock, coming from the silence of my room would swal...

  About the Novelist Anita Desai was an Indian English novelist and a professor of humanities at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Born in Mussoorie in 1937 as Anita Mazumder to a German immigrant mother and a Bengali businessman father. Desai completed her higher secondary in the Queen Mary’s higher secondary school. Later she received her B.A. in English from Miranda House of the University of Delhi. She has been thrice shortlisted for the Booker Prize and also the recipient of the prestigious Sahity Akademi Award in 1978 for her novel “Fire on the Mountain”. She won the British Guardian Prize for “The Village By the Sea”. She is also on the advisory board of the Lalit Kala Akademi. She is married to Ashvin Desai and the mother of the Booker Prize winning novelist Kiran Desai. Influenced by Emily Bronte, James Joyce, D.H. Lawrence, Virginia Woolf and so on. She read Wuthering Heights at the age of 9. Important works  The Zigzag Way The Artist of Disappearance Ba...