Write to live, Live to write
Nostalgia is a funny thing. There is no telling where you might suddenly bump into an old memory tucked away in some dark, less-frequented recesses of your brain or what might suddenly trigger off an almost dramatic flashback sequence.
Where do your thoughts go When they’ve had enough of you? Where do you put them down When they become too heavy to carry around in your head? Do you place them gently in the pages of your journal, watch them tuck themselves in between the lines, lay their heads on your words, and fall asleep?
A late night show. A horror movie that pays homage to a cult classic 'The Exorcist'. An actor like Russel Crowe. And two horror buffs looking to be scared out of their skin. Seems like a plan for a ghoulish evening. What could possibly go wrong? Apparently a lot!
Delhi summers! An instrument of torture. A thing of horrors. It drives you stark, raving mad, robs you of hope and happiness, leaves you a husk of your former self! So, what does one do to hold on to sanity? Well, this one creates a bigger suffering ... with her poetry!
Fireflies and Fairylights 