Never free

Break the shackles, they said
It’s safe out here, they said
Be free, be wild, do as your heart wills
No judgements, they said
The winds blew steady
The water was flowing silently
The birds chirped happily
The sky was clear
It’s a good day to break out, they said
Burst your bubble, let go of the fear
There is a safety net, there is a hand to hold on to
Have faith and trust, they said
Be free, fly high, live your dreams
Why trap in there, they said
She looked out from the peephole
All seemed as they said
What harm could it be?
What’s there to lose?
One fine beautiful day she tug hard and the shackles broke
She could smell freedom
Courage empowered her to burst that bubble around
She stepped out
Her eyes adjusted to the bright and dreary light
They were nowhere in sight
She had no place to be
Stranded in that unknown unfamiliar place
Whom to call out, what to hold onto
With no glimmer of hope
What was lost was her self
The cost paid seemed heavy
All that was left was wallowing in self pity
By night fall the last of the thread of trust withered too
All that she had was to wait to be the Phoenix and rise up from the ashes
For the night was long and full of terrors.

Chronicles of Mom

I walked into this empty space with a fear of stepping onto the creaking floor, only to realize that unlike at home this space is imaginery and I needn’t walk on eggshells anymore. Trust me, having a little human in the house does that to you.

I haven’t switched on the televison or played a video without headphones in past few months now. It’s such a relief knowing that I can even scream without being afraid of waking or scaring the baby. (Ofcourse that screaming bit was a metaphor as it’s all about words than the voices.)

Ahhh.. Such a relief penning those paragraphs down. Its been, what seems a like an eon, since I had written something meaningful. But this time it’s all about the new phase of life; about being a mom.

It’s funny how inspiration strikes without a proper notice. Mine struck while I was partly sleepy, feeding my boy and I began painting a passionate canvas in the confined spaces of my little brain.

Before I transition from Mom into Momosaur (eventually), I incline on showcasing my chronicles to the unknown.

Ours is a beautiful love story. It was meant to be a love at first sight but it happened just the way John Green mentions it in ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ – “I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once”. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my little one to bits from the moment I laid eyes on him, but guess my emotions were clouded by the impending fear of handling a tiny (not so) and seemingly fragile baby. Love that happened, came a little slow to me.

Every little cry, a sneeze, a cough had me jump out and fawning over him with worry. I am sure my baby has a world to get accustomed to, but that’s not all. I wasn’t ready per se to be a mother but after 4 months and 14 days today, I can proudly say that I am fully ready to be a mom to my little dinosaur.

P.s. To all the moms and ofcourse dads out there, may your little one sleep through the night and you too enjoy a peaceful night before the storm awakens at dawn.

Review : When Dimple Met Rishi

It’s been a while since I have written anything, so hope this book review is good enough to fill that gap. 😉

Book : When Dimple Met Rishi

Author : Sandhya Menon

Publisher : Hodder & Stoughton Ltd.

Pages : 380

ISBN : 978 1 473 66740 2 (Paperback)

Image : Credits – Original photo of my copy of book 

Story in short :

“When Dimple Met Rishi” is a story of Dimple and Rishi.

Meet Dimple – Her aim in life is to escape her traditional parents, get to university and begin her plan for tech-world domination.

Meet Rishi – He’s rich, good-looking and a hopeless romantic. His parents think Dimple is the perfect match for him, but she’s got other plans…

Dimple and Rishi may think they have each other figured out. But sometimes when opposites clash, love works even harder to prove itself in the most unexpected ways.


I am usually not up for cliche romances, but found myself reading this book. This book gives you hope for something intelligent, something out of the ordinary. But to no avail.

The author seems to be derailing on the plot front, which I thought would be more focused on the work Dimple and Rishi do together to develop the app than merely focus on the Bollywood masala dance.

This a predictable story. It is promising you for some rich romantic experience but only to get disappointed with the the fact that you already have figured it out in less than 100 pages.

If this is your first YA romance book or you are in your teens, you might enjoy this light book. However after having access to the vast expanse of the rich literature out there, I feel this book just doesn’t do the justice.

Well if I think of ending it on a good note, then maybe I would say that if you jump into the book without any expectations then you might even get through the book by liking it a bit.


My honest rating : 2/5

Dear Bombay – A letter of love


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The city of dreams they call you. You are the reason for many smiles and you are the reason for many tears. You have been the reason for fulfilling many aspirations and you have been all about shattered dreams. You have been known to endure sweat, grit and challenges on the ones embracing you. You have been that sweet and passionate yet mysterious self too.

You have been all the above and beyond to me as well. I am no different than the others to walk into the labyrinth that’s you and get lost and yet be found.

You are the ocean in yourself. You are the expanse that ammases us all. You are a religion in yourself, who believe so. You are strength. You are passion. I do not beg to differ and so would be the feeling of all the hearts you cradle.

I wove my dreams and found my destinations. It’s not been an easy journey ;but who says life is an easy cake walk. Never had I thought that the goodbye to a you would be more difficult than the people I know that make you ‘You’.

I wanted to be tourist just for a day to catch your scent. We the residents and the visitors are like moths attracted to your fire. We burn, we die little each moment yet the attraction never subsides. I don’t know if I will ever fall in love with a city more than you.

Thank you for being you. Thank you for giving my strength. Thank you for letting me into your cocoon 11yrs back. I will forever be indebted to you. You will be my first most true love. Bombay!

Simply love


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Not all love stories tug the string of your heart. Not everyone in love makes you feel happy about. Not all that happens for love, particularly appeals you.

But, some stories do make your heart race. Someone in love does make you feel jealous of them. Some happenings do make you wish that they have happy endings. All this and more for the most cliché topic of the millennia ; love.

The textbook or movie love need not be a true one yet it definitely is someone’s fantasy. Who doesn’t want to be loved and fall head over heels in one?

But, not all is hunky dory. The presence of logic and life makes the surreal love almost nonexistent.

Why do we question the presence of that feeling? Why do we label it with price tags? Why do we shame the innocent love with the heavy duty responsibilities? Why do we not let the heart run into wild forest of emotions and feelings? Why do we not set it free?

I don’t know if love is pure or true or whatever. All I know is that, if it brings a split second smile on your face, love the love.