#happyoblivion

The right swipe (A short story)

 God. When is this Movy going to stop talking about the people she meets on dating apps incessantly! Every week there is a new soulmate and nationwide lockdown brought more fishes to these apps than ever. Movy had already found a dozen fishes who play guitar, love to travel, and look like Jesus. She has been badgering me to join in one of these for ages. I don’t know, I was uncomfortable with it…

Clasp of the hues (A short story)

Her soft breaths on my face were trapped under the dome of her lazy hair strands that seemed golden with the morning rays of the sun, falling in between. Our hands were tangled and all I could see was her cheeks and corner of thin lips that painted a smile. All that golden aura around, the small black mole on her shoulders and the scent of her skin…

………..

I was mad about sketching buildings that…

Something about a card castle.

I was always an over thinker, a person who gets paranoid when things go slightly off track from what’s been already planned. Nonetheless, my journey of overthinking is not succumbing to the pointless spiral of thoughts. I research and think in every possible way to find solutions and alternative possibilities (which could be totally nuts sometimes!).

People tell me not to worry over future too…

Racing extinction (2015) (Documentary)

LIFE CHANGING! After a while, I have resumed the pursuit of watching a selected list of documentaries. After watching Drain the Ocean, planet earth and the mountain, I really believe in the impact of these stories on our hearts. Racing extinction is very much connected to the famous documentary called The cove (2009) which says about the brutality of dolphin slaughter at Taigi. Racing…

Little something about bad days.

If someone out there is depressed and clueless about frequent terror of unhappy days and totally hate your life at present,I have got something to tell you. It is definitely not unrealistic motivation but things I have learned from my experiences in this short life.

First of all, I totally understand that phase at where you are stuck or trapped without choice. That happens, but in truth you can…

Darling, did the universe know? And were our stars right? Why am I in such agony? Glad that it has chosen me And not you. The lights are leaving, Though I begged them not to. Now, what shall I do? From where shall I start? How do I rip this heart, skin, And large peices of soul, In to different beings, Yours and mine. You seem to have ripped mine From yours so easily. How do I do it, When it…

A lame string of unreal texts. An empty call. Words that come under encouragement, But actually under suffocative. Hopeful words and empathy, And how pointless they’re! Everything was ending, Though it was tiresome, Like slow painful death.

Your small sunkissed hair strands on mornings, Your lazy smile filled with all the love In the world, Your skin that reminds me of everything Beautiful my…