When Silence Speaks...

“Damn, heart break sucks!" Remy said handing over the cold beer to Zayn. "That it does!" sighed Zayn. They both were sitting on their camping chairs by the lake. They had thought of fishing that afternoon, but then decided to just sit back and relax. "Hey, you think it will hurt less next time?" Remy asked opening his bottle. "Oh, easy boy, there's already a next time!?" Zayn asked raising his eyebrows. "You know what I mean." Remy nudged. "Well, even if there's a next time, why are you already thinking of a heart break?" Zayn asked taking a sip. "I mean, you have been through multiple relationships, what's it like? Does it get any easier?" Remy prodded further. "Dude, I have had just 2 breakups. Am no relationship expert." Zayn scoffed. "That's still one more than me." Remy laughed. "Hmm. I won't say it gets easier, it's always painful. It's just that, the fi

She shook her head fervently Thinking it will force the doors shut Doors to the darkest closets of her memories But the harder she tried More fiercely did they unravel She forced her eyes shut Thinking she could escape her fears Fears from those memories coming to life But the tighter she closed  More vehemently did they get rooted She held her breath tight Thinking she could end up in a better place Place away from these memories and pain But the longer she held More achingly did she face the reality When she could no longer  Shut them out Hold them captive Fight them Escape them She took a long deep breath And finally embraced them. All those dark memories and pain All those fears and angst All those years of hiding and fleeing Everything was washed away In that one soothing deep breath And when she opened her eyes She felt as light as a feather With all those closets wide open She freed her heart from sufferings She saw for who she was And the life embraced her back!

How long has it been that you have written a letter or a postcard? A handwritten note? Or received one?  Forever? No, not the birthday or congratulations greeting cards, where you have everything spelled out for you. But a blank letter where you are supposed to fill up the pages. And no, not emails or texts or posts on social websites. But using a pen and paper with your crappy or beautiful handwriting curving the letters on an actual paper.  It was forever for me. Until couple of years back, when I started writing postcards from places I traveled, to people that mattered to me. And I did write letters to my loved ones once in a while. If you haven't done it in recent past, then yeah, it's slightly hard. Not only that, at times, my actual handwriting seems like an ant has dipped it's feet in ink and danced on the paper (especially when I write in languages other than English). But also because writing on paper is different from typing an online content. You see, online, it&

"I love youuuu!!" I screamed over the FaceTime call. "I love you toooo!!" came an echo, in an equally excited voice.  "I love you more Amma" I said laughing at her exaggerated reply. "I love you beta" she said giving a dramatic smile.  My mom and I speak in Kannada, but there are times like this when we get all dramatic with english dialogues. And then she goes on to say in Kannada "Yeah, yeah, this is what we will do is it? We will keep telling one another I love you for rest of our lives? You will not find anyone else for yourself to say this??"  I give her a flying kiss saying "Oh, I don't need anyone else when I have you." But then I get naughty and ask her "Have you ever told Papa "I love you"?" When she does not answer, I ask again, "Tell na Amma" She has that cute blushing smile when she says "Yes, I have told him, many a times" "No, not in Kannada. I am asking, have you