Disposable Girl

She was that disposable paper cup you use to quench your thirst with, once, but wouldn’t keep next to your expensive china. She was disposable. She was that summer fling in a tank top and a racy bikini who you took to your hotel room but never to your parents. She was easy. She was…

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Broken

Mirror tonight show me not My own reflection. My tired visage seeks A change From melancholia that blights My sunken cheeks And has settled itself In the hollow of my neck. Mirror tonight haunt me not With irises darkened from pain This shroud that hangs loose In folds around my bones Feels like foreign skin…

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WHY SARCASM DOES NOT MAKE YOU WITTY

Originally posted on Candles Online:
“She’s so fat even a hippo would look slimmer than her.” “I thought I was looking at a blackhole!” “Dodos aren’t extinct. I’m looking at one.” “Looks like the waiter went off to grow those coffee beans.” And the quintessential Indian snark – “Arey kahan mar gaya?” (Where did you go…

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Erupt – 3

Hello Folks! Remember how I had started a series here on TPC titled, Erupt, and how the poor series was left unfinished because of my eternal tardiness? Well, I have good news for those of you who liked the series (thank you very much) and would have liked me to continue. No, no, I’m not…

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Erupt – Part 2

Sitting on the passenger side of their plush car, sorry, ‘Vikram’s‘ car, was a new sensation for her. Some night of firsts this is turning out to be! She thought wryly. Her eyes ran over the details of the sedan. The plush upholstery, the beverage holder, containing a crushed styrofoam cup, no music on the…

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Erupt – Part 1

She stood there, can in hand, head reeling as though she were drunk. Am I drunk? She tried counting the shots she had downed since she entered the pub. 11, 12… 15? She wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t drunk, she was sure. Excited, maybe. Yeah… excited. That’s more like it! She knew she couldn’t get drunk,…

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Losing My Hands

There’s something wrong with my hands these days. They have a mind of their own, I swear. They defy sense and decency. They make me feel like I’m a wanton woman, Driven by need.  —————— I restrain them from unlocking the phone every five minutes. Then from hovering over your name on the contact list,…

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