Hello World!
For years, I flirted with the idea of visibility.
Maybe, now it’s time to commit – say yes to my inner knowing.
You cannot hide light behind shadows.
Hello, world. I am here.
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Not a LinkedIn post
ChatGPT has started scoring my content. I kid you not. And yes, I once managed to get a perfect 10/10 too. My theory? It finally got so exhausted dealing with me that it decided to end the conversation gracefully. I am an overthinker, so naturally, I make AI overthink as well. That day, it simply […]
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A two-rose bouquet’s musing
Hi! I am a bouquet of roses – precisely two roses – lying on a sidewalk on the Valentine’s Day. Now tell me honestly, what was my fault to be abandoned like this? It could be any of the following plausible reasons: Parental fear. Scrutiny is at critical-level today. Perhaps, I was quickly abandoned without […]
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Always 🪄
There is a certain magic in this simple word – Always! 🪄 Of course, anyone familiar with the world of Harry Potter will get the context instantly. However, beyond the Patronus, that word itself is magical. It’s a portal – to a promise, to hope for a forever, with the power to make a moment, […]
Off-air bandits
Ma was murmuring to herself as she browsed through her phone. Curious, I asked her, while munching an apple, “Your husband is nowhere in sight, why are you still talking to yourself?”
Throwing me a dirty look, Ma snapped, “That’s your Baba. Be respectful.”
Her attention dropped back to her phone. She sighed, more to herself than to me. “I’m tired of deleting these spam and fraudulent messages.”
I felt a quiet flicker of pride. The warnings had finally stuck.
Ma continued, “These days you can’t tell who’s a thief anymore. These digital ones could be anyone, maybe a small, skinny boy sitting in some remote village.”
She paused, then added, “The other day I saw a report on Jamtara. It’s infamous for such scams now.”
She shook her head. “It’s not like the good old days, when bandits had to be strong and daring. Like Gabbar Singh, dreaded by everyone.”
And suddenly her voice dropped. “I still get goosebumps thinking about the time our house was attacked by bandits.”
The apple slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. I stared at her blankly for a few seconds, and finally managed, “What do you mean… attacked by bandits?”
She looked at me as if reconsidering her life choices. Barely masking her sarcasm, she said, “What do you think? Bandits attacked and looted our house.”
I laughed. “No, I mean… I want to hear the story. You dropped that like it was just another Sunday.”
That did it. Satisfied. Ma finally began her story.
Stories in Pixels
Capturing moments that carried a thousand words.
