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I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings. ~ Arti Honrao.

once again


it was a long journey
from the first acquaintance to
taking a walk together;
longer one from walking together to
holding hands.
it was hard for her to fall in love - again
her already broken heart, still not mended whole
she was reluctant
he was persuasive and patient.

Untitled Series - VI


Part Six (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four and Part Five)



The decision was made. She decided to hate him on purpose. The un-shed tears stung her eyes. She did not know why it hurt so much. It was obvious that he was being rude to her because she had been adamant and rude, herself. Maybe just as she had formed the first impression about him he had formed one of hers. In addition to that, she reminded herself, he had also made fun of her from across the wall that separated their rooms.

Mansi rushed to her room, avoiding looking at the people she crossed. She entered her room and closed the door behind her. She changed her clothes and hurriedly dried her hair. She put the tiffin in her bag and got ready to go. She wanted to leave before he came back. Frustrated with her own self for being affected the way she was, she walked out of the room and locked the door and almost sprinted out of the chawl. She had to find a permanent solution for this.


Untitled Series - V

Part Five (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three and Part Four )


It was dark when Mansi opened her eyes. It took a while for her to realize where she was. The rain made it difficult to look outside the windows which were foggy. The constant tapping sound of the raindrops increased her heartbeat. She did not know how long she had been asleep. He was not around. She tried to look through the glass. There was no sign of him. She decided to step outside and run. She did not know for how long she had slept in the cab. She opened the door of the cab and tried to step outside but even before she could do so, she was half drenched in rain. Her face was covered with raindrops and the wind made it difficult for her to breathe. She moved back and closed the door; she then wiped the glass window and squinted to see clearly in the rain and the dark. The cab was parked in the parking area of the chawl, far away from the stairs. She realized she would have to wait until the rain stopped. She wondered where he was.