Why we’re too needy to see the truth. — Of all the countless moments I had shared with my ex-girlfriend, the one I remember the most is the memory of the day when we last saw each other, on the day when she told me we were breaking up. I was sitting in front of her, on the breakfast…

And the ever ignored Compounding rule of a relationship — “We’re meant to be!” This belief. This feeling — It is the most important reason that breaks up even the strongest of the relationships. This belief that we are soulmates, that we are perfect for each other, it’s a miracle that we ever met, that our meeting was somehow special…

Fiction Friday — It had started to rain again. Standing at a cross-road waiting for the light to turn green I was staring at the wet road glistening with the yellow reflection of sodium lamplights when I felt something cool and soft pricking against the skin of my face. I turned my head…

Is unconditional love an asset or a liability in relationships? — In any business (and also in life), it is considered good sense to have a Plan B as a backup if your Plan A comes to fail. This Plan B, which acts as a cushion, ensures that you don’t up end up with nothing when you are roaring ahead to…

Or risk getting lost in this Alician-Wonderland. — In any one-sided relationship, after a sufficient passage of time, there comes a point when you must stop and decide between one of the two courses. In the first course, you give due attention to the battering inflicted on you by continual disappointments and decide to give up this mad…

That came after seven years. — The email arrived just when I was about to shut down the laptop and start for home. The notification blinked just in time to catch my attention. My fingers lingered over the screen, about to pull it down and call it a day. …

Drenching in your memories. — Chilly morning mist hanging in the wintry air hisses of steam rising from the blackened teapot — and there we are years ago, on Platform number two, a cherry-red bag beside you hugging the side of your stockinged leg, and the sound of the train, still faded, still distant coming…

That high we call writer’s zone. — The moment I opened my eyes in the morning today, I had a feeling this day would be a high productivity day. I leaned over and checked the time on the mobile. Five forty. A smile crept on my face. …

Everything. — I will never be enough for her — the thought flashed in my mind. My hands un-clenched, the coldness of metal railings still lingering on the skin of my fingers. A gust of cold wind ruffled my hair, and I squinted. At that moment, I took in everything. The ripples…