By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better … Continue reading The Egg
Yes, I am struggling to show my love for my parents and it sucks. Like BIG TIME. I am now old, and am a total mess in myself. I have no close relationship outside my family, except friends. It was initially a choice that I had made, and now I am struggling through it. Was … Continue reading Struggling to show my love to my parents.
“What is the LCM of 15, 20, 30 and 40?” asked my Mathematics teacher, whom we used to refer as ‘Strict Sir’. And exactly like Darsheel from Tare Zameen Par, I was ready to be humiliated with the punishment in front of the whole class. I was expecting it. It had become a daily routine … Continue reading The day I got 99/100 marks in Mathematics and was hit by self- awesomeness.
My Grandpa asked me, "Do you want to go again?" And I cried . It was 5 years ago, when my Grandpa came to visit us and he just loved the independence he felt in strolling down the road with trees on both sides and at night, sipping his favourite drink while humming the songs … Continue reading Would you like to go again?
I cheat! Yes, I cheat. Sometimes. . Not everytime. But yeah, I cheat. I can't keep my cravings in a giant box. Basically I don't have that box. I chose not to have it. I don't mind keeping my priorities juxtaposed with the means to the sins. Because if it exists, it exists for a … Continue reading A Dirty secret diary..
It so happened, that we went into a deep talk over life's lemons that fell upon our heads and subsequently discussing about what did we do about it. Chatting for over three hours about it we realized that we were actually speaking about our emotions, our failures, our insights, our perspectives towards our problems. But … Continue reading Deadlines of Days..
March was the month of last year, I remember, when I went with my mother to shop for plants and flowers. I hardly knew the name of the plants, let alone, how to take care of them. My taste in plants is just like a person knowing only vanilla as the flavor of ice-cream. I … Continue reading How a dying plant changed my life…