Category Archives: Idle Thoughts

Isolation

You didn’t do enough.But, I did. I clapped my hands, I clanged vessels, I even blew a conch.And what did you do after that?We, defeated it, didn’t we? We were allowed to celebrate.It wasn’t about defeating. You didn’t defeat it.Ok. … Continue reading

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Control

The desire to pick up the phone and text is so intense, it feels like you would grow a rash or an additional finger. You think maybe you should send a sweet but naughty picture. You even stoop to passive-aggressive … Continue reading

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Baker’s Dozen on International Women’s Day

They all look the same to me – hair, breasts, that cunt. They reason things out, almost like men do, sometimes surpassing men. Astounding. They lack ambition because of their hormones. As if they are the only ones to have … Continue reading

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After-party

The empty Kingfisher bottle fell into the lake with an unenthusiastic plop. Ramesh tried to focus on the ripples. It hurt his eyes and he felt his head swirl. His stomach heaved. He gave in to the nausea and puked … Continue reading

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End.

So this is how it ends. Not the violence of peeled skin Nor the shards of glass and fiber No recriminations nor any relief. No, it ends in silence. A silence that’s cold, furious, stinging, And quiet as death’s breath. … Continue reading

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Eviscerate

Eviscerate. Eviscerate. Eviscerate. I repeat to myself sitting in the car speeding towards the airport. It’s a damn clean job, I can tell dispassionately. Even objectively. The worst parts removed. All the rest is now clean, meaty, edible. You can … Continue reading

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Mute

Lovers everywhere speak the same language. “I love the way you smell.” “I want to kiss your eyebrows, your lips, your hair, and your armpits.” “I miss the way your head felt heavy on my chest.” “Why are you so … Continue reading

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