My Lazy Girl

  We all have our days. Some are hard to live, difficult to gulp, and dense enough to choke our souls to a limit that compels us to shout, WHY? I lived an entire week like this that ripped me apart into intangible pieces that were hard to stitch.  11:00 pm and I finally left my office, booked a cab, and waited for the driver to come. Devastated by the number of rejections and workload on my table, I decided to call it a day. November never felt so cold to me. I put my phone on silent mode and kept it safely in my leather handbag as I sat in the car.  I asked the cab driver to shut the music that was playing in the background. The noise was much louder at the back of my head. I always cherished if I had a snooze button in my life, something I wish to endure. Will I be able to make it? Will I be able to come up with a sensible draft? Thoughts like these crossed my mind. I opened the windowpane, placed my chin on the edge, and inclined towards the door of the car. The road w...

I crossed my arms across my chest and wiped my salty tears. I gasped heavily to collect the shattered pieces together . Somewhere at 11:45 in the night, I sat on the same bench in the park where things once started. I felt there was no one to share my ice cream that moment but only the memories which I once made.  I slide on the slope of the memory lane like a kid but got afraid when I didn’t find anybody to tell how weird the journey was. The darkness of night which once felt warming was now my only companion in solitude. The long discussions of work- life balance was now lost. I lost a part of my life and work altogether. Oh that made me believe I was wrong! At 12:02 in the night, I was proved wrong when I once tried to press the pause button of life. The tight slap of time conveyed me that happiness can not be found in the stars and the clouds!! Crawling in each other’s arms was nothing but a myth that didn’t solve the purpose. Hugs and kisses were n...

A hope to escape out of this place and to see our families again. A hope to fulfill the dreams we dreamed of. A hope to live again! I clearly remember Room No 11 it was. That night near about 10:20pm (IST) we all were sitting in a room clinging to one another. 30 pair of frightened sleepless eyes with a clueless mind and hearts beating with the same pace and with the same question, “what will happen now?” The entire room was filled with the silence of graveyard. I know its hard to believe, 30 girls in a room with the pin drop silence(historic moment, see!). No inverter, no emergency lights but some week sleek small candles were all we had, which were the left overs of the Diwali that we celebrated previous month. We lit a candle outside our room and one inside to see each other’s face in the dark night. I was sitting in the middle of my group, holding Vaishali’s arm tightly with my head stitched to her shoulder. I was the most frightened soul in the entire group. The ...