God of Sparrows

Summer of April is always better than the summer of May and the latter is always better than summer of June. Summer of July is worst, it burns the synthetic fabric which then melts and gets stuck to the vest and leave its colour there, like a stamp of authority, as if the vest belongsContinue reading “God of Sparrows”

Time

Have you ever wondered about the design of time? Well, I have. It exists as naturally as the constant vibration of the cosmos, and as artificially as the tick of the second hand of a wall clock. The passage of time reflects in everyday life as effortlessly as breathing. Time serves the same purpose toContinue reading “Time”

Being : ‘Alive’

A couple of hours ago, I had a very heated argument with someone, who is closest to me in terms of understanding me the way I am, about the idea of being alive and having independence to choose one’s death as well. The subject can be argued both emotionally and logically. If we can faithfully ponderContinue reading “Being : ‘Alive’”

Being : ‘Nice’

  It is impossible to be nice with everyone you know. Someone or the other will end up having problems with you. Those who have negative feelings about you can never be nice to you, but you can still choose to be nice to them. Once the negativity ends, nice feelings come back. The ideaContinue reading “Being : ‘Nice’”

Being

A question haunts me ever since I developed enough brain cells to think on my own and neglect the advice of those around me. The question is ‘What do I have to be?’ While in school, I wanted to be an engineer. Once I passed school, I wanted to be a musician, wrote songs, sung them amongContinue reading “Being”

To Be, Or Not To Be

“I hate long flights.” “I’m sorry!” “Long flights! I hate them. One has got nothing to do other than eating, sleeping and watching movies.” “One can have a good conversation.” “I don’t think so. Two people cannot converse on a single topic for a long time.” “But two people can converse on several topics.” “ForContinue reading “To Be, Or Not To Be”

A Headless Life

“Mom! There is a cockroach in my room!” Radhika shouted while dropping her school bag on the floor and running out of the room. “Cockroaches aren’t dangerous, they just look like they are.” Vivek, Radhika’s younger brother, informed her. “No way! Cockroaches are weird and their moustaches are so dreadful! I’m not going inside theContinue reading “A Headless Life”

Shreya Vikram

Blurring the lines between poetry and prose

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A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.

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