Chai 

I was urged to write since the moment today, about half hour ago, while I was sipping from a papercup of tasteless chai* in the college canteen. The point of time when my spectacles fogged from the vapours of the ten rupee chai, and my vision blurred temporarily into a trance- I knew I had…

I’ve been busy…

Replaying stuff. Rewinding it. Watching it play with my heart, mingle with my mind, and gently push some tears of joy. Replaying in slow motion. Then fast. Then normally. Then thinking about so much that changed, and so much that remained the same. Toying in my mind with 'what if's' and 'why not's' and 'what…