Power Nap

A few months ago, I took a 'power-nap' from writing on this space. A power nap ideally that was supposed to take a week or so, but look, months have elapsed since then. I was supposed to come back with lots of gusto, a rejuvenated mind in which you can enjoy taking trips in. But time waits for no man, not even the one who's lying on his back taking a nap. You can't own

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The Morning After

When you lie in bed at night, do you think about the same things that I do? Do you often stare at the ceiling, your eyes unblinking, your mind hazy from the incessant furry of  mundane thoughts and worries? Do you think about the past and the future, how the two are inextricably intertwined, how the past continues to leave an indelible mark that stretches out to the present? And what about the future, does

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When you didn’t pick up…

Do you remember the friend who was always late? There was that Friday night when when he called and texted, you didn’t pick up. You didn’t pick up because you didn’t hear the phone ring. You didn’t hear the phone ring because you were sound asleep on the couch. You were sound asleep on the couch because you’d had a long day, and your energy was spent like a bullet cartridge. While sleep had taken

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The Late Bloomer

We all have that one friend who seems to never be on time. If life was a party, he’d show up after the fun has ended, a bottle of whiskey in his right hand and car keys jingling in his left. He’d stand at the door awkwardly, eyes darting left and right hoping to land on a familiar face. You’d see him before he sees you, noticing how his aura is encased in a distinct

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The Masks We Wear

Can you remember when you first wore a mask? You might have been so young, relishing in the joys of childhood. Perhaps it was in school, and the school bully teased you so much that you allowed the tears to flow freely down your smooth innocent cheeks. Remember the subsequent laughter from your classmates, the stern warning from your teacher, ‘boys don’t cry’, and the disapproval of your peers. Over time you internalized that crying signified

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