Posted in Life and After

Wherever, Whenever, Forever

You walk across the street

holding my hand tightly,

running slightly,

avoiding the crazed traffic

thinking about the next treat.

I follow as fast as I can go,

giggling all over the road,

chasing the wild plans

we cooked together, all along

knowing half of them

wouldn’t come to be.

Not sure

where you are steering me,

nor does it matter to me,

for my hand is in yours,

in this knowledge, I am secure,

that you are with me…

Wherever I go,

however far I go,

in my half-cooked plans

and crazy schemes

and far-fetched dreams,

you were…

you are…

you will be with me…

Wherever, whenever, forever!


Author’s Note: For Manpreet

(For no particular reason, missing my bestie yet again)

Posted in My life

The Curious Case of M&S (Part 2)

Illustration by M at Ammpryt ART

A lot of you already know my best friend M through my post–The Curious Case of M&S. She’s my soulmate, except for the romance part.

We had rediscovered childhood together at an age when most women try to act grown up. We had run amok on streets ducking angry cows, eating unhealthy food, just loitering around on the pretext of finding coaching centres, attending those coaching just to be around each other during summer breaks…well, you get the drift.

What I didn’t tell you is that our common love is painting. We met during our Bachelor’s at our painting class and it was love at first sight. We were the fiercest competitors and best friends. We had entered competitions together, exhibited paintings together, experimented with colours and dabbed with different styles.

I was her biggest fan…the kind who collect waste paper after the other, literally. So, she used to carry out five-minute experiments on scraps of paper, intending to throw them away. I used to collect these little gems. Some may find it a little creepy–stalker-kind of behaviour. But I knew someday, I’ll sell them off as M’s first and become a millionaire. I had that level of confidence in her skills.

She is the best painter I have come across, and I have met some some really successful Indian painters during Bachelors. After she finished her Masters, she had to take a long career break due to the reason the world knows as marriage and children. Now she’s back in full force and raring to go.

She paints both for love and money. She has created some illustrations for my site under the pen name Ammpryt ART.

She also has a website that has her contact details in the About page. So, in case you are thinking of some custom-made paintings that you can print, she is the go-to person. She also has a design shop on redbubble.com by the same name (Ammpryt ART). They print your chosen designs on blankets, mugs, t-shirts etc and deliver at your doorstep. There are a bunch of Red bubble links in her blog, though she hasn’t figured out the blogging part properly yet. Do check her site and let her know your thoughts about her designs.

We are currently working on our first book–a story compilation with some kick-ass illustrations. Wish us luck!

Posted in Life and After

After 19 years

Nearly 19 years ago, I found someone I could hold hands with and love without a reason. She was my sunshine.

She was the reason I wished college was open on Sundays and hated Summer vacations.

After we went our separate ways, I wrote more in letters to her than in notes for college. I missed her.

I hope, you know it is You!

I hope you know I still miss You!

-Dedicated to D

Posted in Life and After

Tiny Story: The Beginning

I wondered why my toe had begun to hurt last night while I was sleeping. It still hurt.

Then, my Bestie limped inside the college, having stubbed the same toe at the same moment.

We laughed at the strange ‘co-incidence’, not knowing it was only the beginning…

-Based on our true story (D & Me)

Posted in Life and After

Tiny Story: Dear Best Friend

There was a time when I would walk the road

Holding your hand in mine without a care in the world;

Laughing over nothing at all, looking at the shops

But thinking of only your hand in mine;

Believing that you belonged to me completely.

Giving you over to another willingly

Had hurt deeply, but I did it anyway;

Believing that a part of you still belonged to me;

Until you belonged to him completely;

Leaving my hand, my heart, my life behind.