Tunnel

Trains chug, tug and roll Over tracks glistening...

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Athisiyam

Athisiyam!", says a tired voice Breaking the morbid silence Of the sleepy small town rail station. A lone figure, in an old, dirty Perhaps hand-me-down sweater, Moves slowly down the platform. Shattering the immobility Of the queer, unmoving station. His movement reflects burden Of mind and of body. His grey hair and shrill voice fading, … Continue reading Athisiyam

Origin: To Coimbatore

For the first time ever, I was going to bunk an entire day of college - the first time in my one and half year tango with SASTRA University. However, I had a good reason to do so. I'm traveling to Coimbatore with my band, Origin. We were going to compete in Yugam, a fest … Continue reading Origin: To Coimbatore

Hostel Diaries: Bright idea!

What do you do when the only tube light in your dingy, cramped and damp hostel room refuses to provide illumination, upon which your performance in the examination the following day depends on? Such moments are when a hosteler must pause from his (nonexistent) tightly packed study regimen and think. *thinks to self* "Any bright … Continue reading Hostel Diaries: Bright idea!

Last year of my teens!

I'm finally nineteen.The birthday was unique in many many ways! Firstly, there were no pesky, meaningless messages on Facebook because I had hidden my date of birth on my profile. Second;y, it was the first time anyone bothered to call me at 12 AM. Thirdly, my mom sent me a message at 12 AM wishing … Continue reading Last year of my teens!