February 19, 2017 Meghna Roy 2Comment

  The past never sleeps. It keeps following you till you are dead. It’s like that Pandora’s box filled by each person with the memories they make with you. The fact that in every moment of our life someone or the other is making marks in the box makes the drill difficult because it implies that you cannot easily shut the box and dispose of it. We all lose a lot in life. Be it the wrapping paper from the twelfth birthday or the favourite pencil box from fourth standard or even people; we are used to losing. In some…

September 3, 2016 Meghna Roy 9Comment

Image Source Dearest ma’am Love, as I have come to know, is most victimised by the whims of poets. I have woken up on numerous days to coffee table reveries brimming with how love looks, how it sounds in the lyrics of my favourite songs, how it smells in red flowers, how it tastes in the tongue of another person, and how it is described in the most romanticised nuances of language. I have had a lot of expectations about love. However, I have lately realised that this emotion loaded with myriad connotations is a mere…

August 17, 2016 Meghna Roy 2Comment

The mailman delivered a box of clichés last night. It seems to have been sent by you. Wrapped in shining material with a perfectly colour-coordinated bow which reeks of courtships that have fossilised for eons in the soil of conventions, umm, the box looked somewhat appealing. Turn to the bookmarked page Ting! My cell-phone beeps every time you remember me. I cannot see your handwriting, but I’m sure if you grinned at my joke or blushed a little at the heart emoticon I had sent, because my screen can now emote or at least try to impersonate your emotions, thanks…

May 23, 2016 Meghna Roy 14Comment

Raindrops accumulate on the surface of glass like metaphors abandoned by poets for eons- unwanted and intimidating because they disclose more about scattered pieces of miracles than you ever would want to let out. The little you can discern from among the raindrops is all that the city lets you see. The ellipses between parked yellow cabs really are the words that were shushed as soon as thought-parachutes were released up in the air. This city under its colourful everyday hides heaps of dusty grey rags in its drains and when it gets waterlogged, the freshwater and dirt, dirt and…

May 8, 2016 Meghna Roy 13Comment

You forget to pack your slippers. The thought of packing eyeliner comfortably recedes to oblivion. You even do pretty well without your watch for a good two days’ time- something you never could have imagined. All you clearly remember to pack is the novel you currently are reading, your Lennon shades and a desire to seize every moment you spend during a two-night trip. These are not features peculiar to the trip to Shantiniketan that my mother and I undertook during the five days of Easter break this year, but they apply to every other short trip which is planned…