Give a step-by-step explanation of how to make, and serve, Maggi to a guest. Maggi, a rather absurd sounding name, is not absurd to any household in India  If it wasn’t for rice and wheat, Maggi would definitely be named the staple food of India. it is a children’s favourite, the midnight snack that you most savour while carefully rummaging through all the drawers in the eerie silence of your kitchen at 2 in the…

my dog pees every time i come back home regardless of how empty her bladder is  somehow there’s always some left to spare when i press the handle on the door its such a ritual but every time she does so, no matter how disgusting it can be to wipe her watery insides, i’ll be the happiest to clean it up just knowing that she gets happy to see me i hope you meet someone…

I feel like a bottle of coke in a vending machine complacently standing in a case, waiting for someone to have the exact amount of change to cash me in  watching people and their shenanigans all day from the best view in the machine the plethora of ways that everyone’s so different yet they’re all the same one day a 6 year old did come, preferring to transact my sugary insides instead of healthy bisleri…

i wish detachment was easy as a velcro sticking together as easily as coming apart except you didnt sew me well enough, leaving a hole in my light-up sneakers while ripping me apart.

reduced to just a discoloured line in the epidermis of your melanin-clad undertones an old bruise; stale, ignored and healing as old as it looks to you the same emotions come bubbling upwards each time I look at it how you had carefully taped it with affection  bickering and ranting on about how careless I could possibly be as stale as it might look to you it looks just as fresh to me as when…

as much as the guilt trip that you went spiralling down, they’ve always been my comfort zone I’ve always loved chocolates with all my heart the other day I unwrapped a kinder joy egg after 7 years, and with it the emotions that were lying raw and dormant from childhood a childhood, that if anything, was completely protected when I walked into the local grocery store alone I was presented with two options a conventional blue…

7 letters, the concatenation of which bears a different meaning in any of the 7 continents its used in,with its usage varying in every zipcode,every boundary it surpassses. The literal definition of culture fails to take into consideration the true essence of its 7-lettered aura.Culture means distinct things to every individual. For some,culture is wearing vermillion on your forehead as a sign of a happy married life while to others the same vermillion is served in…

family is not necessarily blood,its who you’d bleed for.

a few months ago, I wasn’t in the best state of mind but it wasn’t rock bottom there were days when I’d just sit around and watch  watch the world one day as I was sitting on the cozy grey couch in the middle of the living room  my mom was conducting her art classes the children that came every day were loud and boisterous, they’d usually annoy me  and I’d go back to my…

everyone’s been written about but a writer looking for peace in the words they write for comfort and solace they cant find outside their pages of blotted ink and smudged graphite trying to make themselves feel whole through the spaces in their diaries letting the pain flow through the words as their sentences wear the brunt of their souls with thoughts heavier than a sheet of paper could ever bear yet they display vulnerability with…

as I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the beige wallpaper in front of me the tissues in my body reject my urge to muster strength  I watch the fan on the ceiling carefully repeat its orbit over and over again  monotonous, like this hollowing moment in time but there’s something about the lines on that beige wallpaper I can’t seem to overlook  the lines, they converge and diverge at intervals the movements much…

The other day my dad got me a new mug that said “today’s your day!” well i didn’t necessarily agree with that at the time But while opening the mug i started fiddling with the bubble wrap it was carefully covered in. I realised that some of the bubbles had already burst Some were tight and intact Some were a little floozy,the ones that don’t protect and arent any fun to pop either But while…

remember when you first got me?basking in my all-black gloryutilising me till my polyester embedded initials began to warn you offon your bad days,my oversized hood hid your weary eyes from the over-prized worldon the good ones,you’d happily give me away as a contraction promises of ‘forevers’yet somehowI always found my way back to your pale cupboard with dairy milk wrappers in the cornersmy sleeves have hidden scars, that weren’t supposed to exist in the…

varying circumferenceswith each one having a different frequencyits strings playing in unisonto create a harmony never heard ofwhat if all those strings wanted to sound like the sweetest one of the lotmost of your favourite songs would have been a rendition of blank bass notes maybe the world is a guitarand you’re supposed to be the boldest one

in 9th grade we were taught about landfills they told us that landfills are made to dispose off waste in a sanitary manner you dig deep into a perfectly plain groundput waste in till it fills up to the surfaceand then consequently covering it with 7 inches of mud those 7 inches prevented everything discarded to ever come out in the open again hiding the filth inside of ityou were my 7 inchesand now that…

Souls heavier than their existencewith the weight pulling them downstruggling to find a way forwardis forward even the right direction?with each passing daywords become harder to pour outthoughts increasingly batteredand conversations extremely lifelessyet they hope to find a way outan escapeproceeding to live yet another daybecause everyone told them“it’s time, it’ll pass”but this ‘time’ had been going on for too long too long for them to hold on

We see ourselves as different entities of one wholescrawled with scars that each have a story of their ownthe soul unfazed by the flesh that bears its weightwe try to piece ourselves between the spaces of our own illusions our hues continue to constrict us togethertainted in their own shades,they reflectin those very reflections,we see the unseenthe agonizing demons and the jarring heroes of our own destiny looking past my own reflection,struggling between symmetrical noses…

I’ve known dawns like a few others I’ve seen its eerie hues  its darkest shades I’ve seen it lift its covers unveiling only the beautiful side to those who wake up to the soft kiss of sunshine  its blacks and greys changing into bright yellows and pinks showing its dulls to only those who’d call them mysterious and not scary  intimidating and not ugly I think we’re all like the rising dawn lifting our covers…

a way outeverything she does is an escapeto escape living in her head; the scariest placea space which makes her want to stop; an endevery action she takes, every movement of her limbs escaping, escape, escapedReaching outlike a ship dropping its anchoronly to realise there is no rock bottomout in an endless spiraldrowning,drown,drownedin the monotone of everydaywhen the morning sunshine starts feeling like blaring headlights the chirping birds like horns in a traffic jamshe begins…

you know how when your iPhone tells you your iCloud storage is full  and instead of upgrading  you go ahead and decide to delete all the pictures and apps you don’t actually need  the pictures that are just there and don’t hold any significance anymore i hope there’s never a time when you decide to delete me a time when you realise you don’t need me as much anyway that you could save some space…