It is very difficult to think about times gone by. But the memories are bitter-sweet and I do not want to come back. Talking to you after so long is a strong catalyst in bringing those memories back too. Do you remember the first time I saw you? It was at your cousin’s wedding. You […]
this post is dedicated to a cousin who lost their son last year to suicide. Everything written here is a imagined conversation from him to them. I just hope to bring some closure to my loved ones with this post and by sharing it, hope someone else also gets some closure through it.
It was all wonderful, initially, for Layla. Horace used to be so depressed earlier. Now, all of a sudden, it felt like he had become a changed man. Her husband had suddenly become happy. Not just that, there were tremendous inflow of gifts for her – mostly clothes. Every so often, he would get her
Mark could not just easily take off the wedding ring. After all, it was on his finger for 10 long years. Some might say it is just a very short duration. But was it truly? Did 10 years really amount to nothing? Yesterday’s conversation with Jill was playing on in his mind. Mark: You should
He was always afraid of the quiet. Silence around him meant that the voices in his head would come out. He was suffering from depression and had been taking medications since a long period of time. But so far none of the drugs had helped quieten the voices in his head. Anything he used to
Every day Trishala used to get a call on her office landline. The call used to come at the same time each day and there used to be an old lady at the other end of the line asking for Puneet. Trishala had no idea who Puneet was and every day she used to tell
