I detect a touch of dissent Waking in my every sense As my nose follows your scent All I need is a weak pretense To sniff in your direction, sweet smelling Purer than a fresh breath of air Of roses or lavender, there’s no telling Is a whiff of your fragrant, silken hair I hold… Continue reading The scent of you
I stare out at the heather skies, feeling the wind chill on my face and forearms. There’s going to be ice out there one day soon, but not yet. Just not yet. I see my neighbors potted plant wilting away, not for lack of love, but for lack of sunlight. It gets me thinking about… Continue reading Life at the end of the tunnel
Leaving on a jet plane Dear Diary, Constancy has a sadistic way of changing, constantly. Life changing things happen to all sorts of people, all the time. Things that made me not want to get out of bed, things that kept me from going to bed in the first place. Don't think for a minute… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 1)
Author's note I'm too young to write a memoir. But I have an awesome story to tell. You see, almost nine months back, I left my home back in the warm climes of Western India and moved thousands of miles away to the United States, and as a result experiencing the joys of leading a… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Author’s note)
Inspiration is everywhere. A coffee cup. A winter ravaged tree. The apple seed you just threw away. Dog poop. A smashed car. The point is, anything and everything in the world around us is inspiring. *feels small* Inspiring enough to write a story. The biggest complaint some writers have is that they have nothing to… Continue reading Open your eyes
Having been struck by a bout of inspiration, I've been throwing around ideas for my next book. I seem to be gravitating towards the idea of writing a brilliant thriller, loosely titled - The Edge of Mortality. Below is a sneak peek of what the book may look like. Look forward to feedback.