The Thar was her home. Away from the desert, she ached for the sands. And longed to sink back into the burning grains. She missed the heaviness which entrapped the soles. With each step, one dug deeper and deeper. She was born light, so spent hours in . . .
Photo Credits : WhileSippingCoffee
Location : The Space at 9/2, Kolkata
Event : The Socials organized by The Interactive on 26th September 2015
Founders : Anahita Kayan & Anuradha Thirani
Hosted by Calcutta Angels Network
She dreamt of an evening of conversations.
The kind that leaves one feeling inspired.
Where two . . .
"Baby, am I difficult to be with?" He asked with a tone mixed with humor and curiosity. She avoided his question at the first instance. In his mind ran a hundred thousand thoughts. She had fallen for the untraceable . . .
Oh! How many summers did you wait for it to open.
Sometimes with a rose in your hand.
Playing the game of ‘love me, love me not’.
Oh! How many falls, fell away, waiting for it to fall apart.
Playing the game of waiting and walking away.
You kicked it hard and . . .
The Echoes Of Success
He stepped into the old room. This had once been his first cabin. Moving into a suite hadn't made him change anything about this place. The room made him honor those days of endless waiting. They had instilled inside him a rock like . . .
Of An Open Wound
Layers of paper coated the walls. He hated the galvanized iron structure. It reminded him of all that was pent up inside. The corrugation like the scars in his heart - hot-dipped,cold-rolled, pressed hard against the quagmire of life. The pitches and depths . . .
Who Stands Alone
Suggesting a kind of restrained demeanor. The old salt. Like a sea-dog. He knew he would reach the safety of the shores only if he rode along with the tides. Swimming through the ruthless waves. Cutting across the waters all along. Now, on this side, he . . .