But she proved me wrong — I didn’t know what a Muse can do; how could I I’d never met one. So I thought it was just an idea merely fiction, something creative people in their heads imagined, attributed their abundance to this figment. Or this spectre was a ruse cooked up by someone intelligent, to hide their tricks and hard work in…

And the ephemeral questions that come with it — Late winter dusk, velvety and dulcet, and I am walking on the street looking ahead at the lights, hazed, and blurry in the mist, their blue and red and yellow soft, faded out. Looking at these I feel I’m looking back in time at some distant memories. Memories that had…

First I was chasing it, now it chases me — I don’t blame them, a part of it is my doing. There is a trait intrinsic in my genes that invite the love of the most toxic kind. Either it is a girl who becomes my first love and then vanishes into thin air, leaving me gasping for air, making…

Only if I was better at controlling my emotions — I Okay, Olivia never proposed to me. But that was the rumor going around in the school. Guys I barely knew came and patted my back. “You freaking dog,” they would say and laugh, appreciatively. Girls who used to ignore me were now slowing down in the corridor as they passed…

That’s how I squeezed my way out of watching it — almost — “This TV series is popular and by definition what is popular is nine out of ten times trash and what is trash is not suitable to my fine taste in watching TV. So isn’t it obvious? I will rather sit idle and do nothing than watch such a mindless drama…

That’s what she said but I mistook the meaning behind her words — As the brown paper bag had no handles and was too small and flimsy for the six hardbacks stuffed in it, I put both my hands at its bottom ensuring it didn’t burst open and I didn’t drop the new books on the ground. At the doorway, I shoulder-pressed the…

Even though the memory of our love lingers — “No,” I said, firmly this time, and the sound of my voice fell flat in the feathery silence of the room. “Please, don’t say no,” she said. The pleading was making her voice quiver, and I felt her words reaching in through the skin of my chest, past my bones…

And I used to think I had overcome my biggest fear — Yesterday in an afternoon team meeting when one of my colleagues was giving a presentation to a new client my heavily drowsy eyes noticed a word — ‘mole’. At once, my eyes shot wide open. I read the line again something something and then ‘mole density’ something. My god —…

As we evolve as a writer, our writing evolves too — Writing is many things — the thrill of stumbling upon a new idea, the rush of putting it in words, the high of completing the first draft, the drag of endless revisions that follow, and that fulfilling sense ‘of something growing’ that envelops us as we progress in our work…