Bohemian Ray of Sunshine

                   It was Ruskin's sixteenth birthday. His Indian mother- Raashi wanted to have a small 'Rudra Abhishek' ritual whereas his American father- David wished to organise a 'Sweet Sixteen' party. Ruskin had always been grinded between the two cultures of his parents and never felt like he belonged anywhere.                   Ruskin rejected his parents' ideas and instead suggested going out for dinner. They were served with hot savory dishes. Ruskin was busy multitasking between eating and scrolling through his phone while his parents continued chattering whether they should move back to India or not. The conversation was gradually getting heated when Ruskin banged the table with his fist and glared at his parents.  "Are you done arguing? I need to tell you both something. "Yes, go on.", said David.   Ruskin disclosed, " I'm gay."            ...

                 The pipe which was thrust into my uncle-in-law's stomach dreaded me. I tried not to look at him or more specifically the poly bag which was attached to the side of his stomach but curiosity often made my eyes flicker a bit in his direction. I saw fluid slowly travelling from the pipe into the bag. Her daughter- Priya tried her best to not let that gross feeling creep up to her face. Her younger brother- Anand was braver and also a great Chemistry teacher. He explained to her, "It's not what you are thinking. It's just the semi digested food which is not even going any further than his stomach." I had come to the rented house ,to deliver the lunchbox, where my uncle, his grown up children Priya and Anand, and his wife, Aunt Pushpa were staying for the time being while uncle was going through his chemotherapy for the treatment of Gastric Cancer.                  The dead silence in t...

A few months back, there was this occasion of Chatt Puja and a funny thing happened and whenever I think of it, i literally can't stop laughing. It was quite early morning and all of our family had gathered around a temple and there was a big tree (idk what tree it was for i was busy photo shooting for my father). Just after a few moment of arriving and observing, i went up to my elder cousin sister. I'm known to be the quietest in such gatherings, you know, i just don't know what to add to their rubbish talks. My cousins would come to me, put their palms on my head and ask, "Are you alright? Why are you sitting alone?"   Now who's going to tell them that introverts need to recharge, huh? How much energy they have to howl like wolves. I say,  "I need to make out with my girlfriend, can you leave now?" "O, what's her name by the way?" "SHAANTI" "Ok, we are leaving you to sit with SHAANTI, have a good time" [retrospect...

Somtimes I don't understand how to express what I'm feeling, not to say that I'm not good at words, it's like...well...maybe we don't get words because it was not meant to express, it was meant to stay inside that four chambered sweet dwelling of yours. We are almost in the midst of September and I can feel the chilling wind piercing my skin, biting my bones and sadly I don't want to let go of my forest printed cotton shorts. *cries in the corner holding them* It will take me quite some time to get used to nylon lowers, into which whenever I flex my legs, my hairs stand like porcupines. Sadly my mommy will soon bury my favourite shorts along with other cotton clothes into a bag and hide them in the deepest darkest corner of our store room or cupboard. In the next summer, I can predict myself getting delighted at the sight of my old forest printed shorts only to realise it has become even shorter after completing its hibernation in the storeroom throughout the wi...