Forbidden love.

It’s official. I am a lost cause. There is no redemption from this obsession that has me incapacitated. It is all I can think of.  Every waking thought is spent in curbing this itch of mine. The constant sparring between evil me and angelic me has left me spinning. My mind has been working overtime trying to come up with a loophole that will let me have my heart’s desire without hurting Mr. Conscience. I lay awake at night, reliving the sweet touch of those sensuous lips and lulling warmth of those seductive embraces. This illicit yearning has caused me many sleepless nights.

It was not a case of instant attraction at all. I was skeptical at first. All the rules that were drilled into me from childhood had made me very wary. I tried to stay away. I knew it was not for me. I knew it from start. Yet, something kept reeling me in. I fought against the attraction but to no avail. When the pull became irresistible, I broke down and had a taste. It was only meant to be an experiment. To confirm that the allure I felt is just an illusion and nothing more. But once I had the first taste, it was an explosion of emotion. All the repressed desires came toppling out. I was insatiable and kept going for more. My fickle mind came up with a million excuses to justify it. It rationalized this to be just an infatuation and that it will die down eventually. Encouraged, I threw caution to the wind, turned my back to the frowning society and basked in the affection I received. I was truly and irrevocably enamored. Unknowingly,  I was being pulled deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. Until it burned me.

So, here I am, willing my mind to stop conjuring up images and begging my heart to let go. I sense that I am fighting a losing battle. But for the sake of my sanity, I have to conquer this. I have to pull myself together and get my act together. I had a glaring epiphany the other night. That it’s just not an attraction anymore but an all consuming love, a love that will forever remain unrequited. With that realization came another one, that I have a bigger mountain to surmount now. All the bounds and chains that I have locked my heart in doesn’t seem to do it’s job. I am exhausted and I don’t know how much longer I can deflect it. Until then I turn to my mink fur coat to wrap me in it’s warmth and my rouge lipstick to pepper my lips with passion. Those are the only remains of the once torrid love affair I had with my credit card. My love is bound, broken and locked away in the strongest of vaults, far away from me. For our love is forbidden.

— Confessions of a compulsive Shopaholic in rehab 🙂


City of Gods.

Authors Note:  It is said that hardships and crisis exposes one’s true character. And it was brought forth in all its glory when Chennai came to a standstill due to the recent floods. The city proved that humanity is not yet dead and there is still hope in this world.  During these difficult times, it is this hope that helps us to push forward and battle it out. City of Gods is a series of short stories inspired from true incidents that happened when calamity struck Chennai. Though the characters and story is entirely fictional, the essence of the story is very much true. It is the story of all those gods who live among us.


I was a bit apprehensive when I entered my doctor’s cabin. Lying on the examination table, my mind raced with a million possibilities that can go wrong. I am sure my heart stopped for a second when a frown crept up on my doctors’ forehead. As the doctor continued poking and prodding me in silence, my heart kick started and galloped like a horse in a race.  Every fibre of my being ached for a baby. I have cried, begged, pleaded and prayed to all gods for a baby. After the last two miscarriages we had lost all hope of ever holding a baby in our arms. Apparently, my womb is very inhospitable and my babies are never comfortable there. By some miracle, if I do get pregnant, I could never manage to keep my baby alive until he is ready to come out. This was my third and the longest that I have gone. I had religiously visited the temple near our home every single day. Legend goes that if the temple deity is pleased with our offerings and prayers, she might just grant us a baby. I have dutifully performed all the prescribed pujas and offerings so it was not making any sense that the doctor is frowning right now.

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The Window

The bell had gonged some time ago but the sheer physical exhaustion was dragging my eyes shut. I turn to my side in an attempt to fall back asleep and felt a warm caress on my cheeks, slowing rousing me from my sleep. With a smile, I opened my eyes to see a shaft of light coming through the single window, falling directly on my face. The sun was shyly peeking out of clouds, almost as if he felt guilty for waking me up. Every morning, I stand in front of the window, soaking in the sunlight that pools in through the window, enveloping me like my mom’s hug. I was fascinated by the world out there. As I stood there, I heard sound of cane hitting hard on my fellow roommates. I shook myself out of my daydream and rushed to get ready. We have to be at the factory at sharp 6 30am.

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Its in my blood!!!!

As usual his eyes popped open even before the alarm blasted. He laid there waiting for the alarm to go off. A life without the boundaries and timelines he has set is inconceivable for him. As soon as the cacophony of alarm pierced the calm morning, he sat up, opening his eyes to his open palms held close to the face.  As any other sight might topple his entire day, he slowly peeked around it to the Ganesh Idol placed on the nearby table. Be it the position of the bed he sleeps in or the painstakingly arranged furniture, everything in his house has a place, a place carefully aligned  to please who ever handles the strings of his life. Continue reading Its in my blood!!!!


That’s a number I won’t forget ever!!!!!! Ok, let me explain.

It all started when I had a desire to own my own laptop. I searched and searched about various brands, different configurations and finally landed on Dell inspiron. Initially I thought I will save enough from my salary and then buy. But then, you know my thing for anything electronic right?? As expected I couldn’t wait that long. I was just itching to hold my laptop. So I talked my dad into a deal. He pay 40000 now, I will replay him little by little. I begged him to send the money ASAP so that I can order lap without any delay.

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

“In a world where everybody has a tail, the one without it is considered physically handicapped”

As any other day, I was going on about with my daily ritual of scanning the newspaper when this particular caption caught my attention. The article as such was irrelevant but the caption triggered a chord in my memory and inspired me to write this post.

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Good old days….

For days I have been trying to write something.  I cannot think of a single thing to write about. Its then that it struck me. The most colourful and vibrant part of my life has just come to an end. I am not a college girl anymore. My life now has become just a dull existence.

I knew I will miss my college days, but never had I imagined that it will leave this deep dark hole in my heart. It was just yesterday that I entered this college as a fresher, but its already time to bid goodbye. I am stringing each word in this blog with an aching heart. This might not make an interesting read but that’s how I feel now.

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At times ,I would just like to take off!! Go somewhere,be someone else… Something , anything to get away from this rat race of a life. Sometimes the pressure, expectations, responsibilities becomes so unbearable that I would just like to scream my lungs out and runaway to some far away island. Or another planet is much preferable I guess!!!!

If you are one of those kinds who opine that a student’s life is a piece of cake, I would say YOU ARE WRONG!!! DEAD WRONG!!!

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