Author Archives: Bhumika's Boudoir

About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.

La vie en Violet: septième partie

Resignation is a curious thing to surrender to. What it does is that it saps you of the will to live. I think I am depressed because I wake up in the morning one day and groan that the world … Continue reading

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La vie en Violet: sixième partie

What they don’t tell about workaholics is that the pleasure and purpose of working changes to rage and resentment. Insidiously. So much so that I can’t remember when it began. Just that slight annoyance at someone else’s badly done work … Continue reading

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Heat

We are out of it already. We are no longer in love. We love that is certain. And that is good enough. If they touch us, they will know a fire here was once lit. We are just heat, you … Continue reading

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Kiss

The universe puts Two friends in a room Rolls a joint Makes them smoke it Soon he starts to sing And she laughs languishing on the bed. He lies beside her As they always do. He touches her body Trails … Continue reading

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Summer

I know you won’t think of me now. When the sun scoops vanilla clouds And there are new friends Planning exciting summer picnics And dances mid summer nights. When you can share your dreams With colourful people who enjoy Without … Continue reading

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Morning 

It’s 7 am. And I wake up in a warm bed too large for a single person to neighborhood noises – clattering vessels and conversation muted by walls and windows. My head pounds to the beat of a sprightly mixer … Continue reading

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Ageing

Cities change. That familiar landmark next to the empty lot doesn’t look the same anymore now that the empty lot is a seven storied building. That’s what strikes me on Instagram. My city has changed. It’s no longer familiar. While … Continue reading

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