Find out why Christ died
Author: muktimasih
Just a chai-totaller who observes, reads and writes.
We did cross-country biking to Bhutan and how?
The pillion rider comes back with sore thighs and sore buttocks (I felt like I was butt-less for good 48 hours, the most painful three hours of which I endured on an economy seat of a flight). The pillion rider comes back with absolutely no glory at all. That’s because the magnificent metal grey Royal…
Get over yourself, will you?
In a world full of selfies, and Me-first noises, be the empath, be the good listener.
Tomorrow you won’t be mine
I know where it will hurt the most I know when, and how Yet I am holding on to a hope, A little more hope for now Even if this love feels so clear in sight I know tomorrow you won’t be mine It burns and hurts in sweet pains I long, I sob…
I would rather
I would rather be a clown clad in a tattered gown Than be a neat clone of every pretty one I would rather cry and cry and let the whole being sigh Than pretend to forget that we never really met I would rather so much miss that never happening kiss Than bare my body…
When the heart wants what it wants
I am at a stage where in the ‘social’ and ‘worldly’ sense, I am beyond redemption. It used to sadden me only a few years ago and also make me bitter sometimes. But over the years, I have learnt to laugh at it. No, genuinely. Being a single girl in her 30s in India, most…
Drops of April rain
This memory too shall pass like drops of April rain The one that agonizes my world and on my soul it reigns So then what will it be? If not a reminiscence Will it be a passing thought Or just that shallow fragrance? This story too shall remain untold And scattered in pieces…
I will build
Crush me with your goodness Walk on the ruins of my sins Watch me tumble down From the rumbles again I will build Shatter me with the weight of your charities Debase me from the pedestal of your pride Defeat me with every sound logic From the pieces of my respect, I will build Mortify…
Being a misfit in a world that’s forgotten courtesies
If someone never thanked you for a help, that’s okay. The world shouldn’t end there.
7 vital lessons Dad taught me without really teaching
Imagine a five-year-old boy with polio in left leg swimming against the current in a river. Yeap, that was my Dad. Those days, most kids were not vaccinated. So Dad learnt independence pretty early in life, never expecting sympathy for his deformity. He grew up to be a man who never preached without practising. At…
