The Inked Voice

  A Hope Forever… When I first got the call to be a part of Pehchaan The Street School, to be honest I was excited- as it was going to be my first official writing job not because it was some noble deed I was going to do. When I attended the induction meeting, I realized the depth this whole thing carried. And when I first wrote about Pehchaan The Street School, I didn’t know that each word would connect me a little more deeply and start to resonate deeper with time. Its spirit of hope, light and learning is something which has always motivated me in some or other ways.   I started writing with volunteering as my topic. As it was first time for me to volunteer as a content writer for an NGO, I thought it would be nice if my thoughts resonate with those who are willing to but hesitating to be a part of this cause. I, for sure, had not started writing for the noble cause but as I said- for each word I wrote, it started to resonate deeper with time. So, "Volunteerin...

 I don't know how people want to explore more about the books they read or the movie they watched or something. Isn't the story complete already?  Well, to be honest, I know it isn't. The insights of each story carry more stories which make the book or movie more meaningful and complete.  But for me, this was never the case. The backstory never felt important. I never felt the need to know more than the story I was presented with but now that I am taking interest in knowing the insights, more perspectives of everything, it is becoming scarier by day.  For instance, when I read 'Gunahon Ka Devta', I didn't like Chandar... no matter what number of times I read it but when I read 'Ret Ki Machli'- I hated him, the writer and the whole plot. The story felt complete. Another perspective leaves me into thinking if there is more story to this!  The story from the point of views of other characters of both the books, maybe! But if we look at it like this,  no boo...

There is this thing which occurred to me out of nowhere. Call it a dream or imagination… up to you.   A young girl was sleeping on her bed and when she woke up, found herself in a dark room. It was so dark, she couldn’t even see her own hands even if kept very close.. right in front of her face. A voice echoed in that space , “Keep moving straight, no diversions, no nothing… just straight. If you don’t, you’ll die! There are venomous snakes and other dangers around and only by walking on that path straight will you get by the other side safely.” The girl was too afraid not to obey the orders. At first, she walked straight, stumbling. Even after feeling like diverting from her path every now and then, considering herself to be yet alive, she believed that the path was right. She kept moving forward endlessly. It felt like forever. She felt like finally stabilizing herself in terms of walking in an accurately straight line. In the beginning, she was afraid of being hurt by dangerou...

 Is it only me or there seems to be a lingering tension, all the time in the everywhere nowadays. Wherever we are, be it home, school, college, work, vacation..., there seems to be something around, always which feels suffocating in some or other way.  We seem to be laughing, enjoying, doing activities which actually make us feel lighter and happier, but in the end there seems to be something, some gap which is not filled by the people around us, something which is broken but not able to regain its form inside of ourselves.  Amidst all the chaos, positives and progress, there seems to be a inner self which feels always compromised and broken, which is suffocating inside. It feels like everyone is struggling, everyone is feels strangles but no one, no one says something about this suffocation to anyone- as if knowing it already that nothing's gonna get well even if told something to someone, to one another.  What is this which feels like a chain, a chain we all are at...

 It's been so many years of me being a girl and yet I am unable to get the real deed about being one! It's most of the times irritating and illogical as I see it but still somehow, it all makes sense to me, I find it all relatable.  What is being a girl or  woman like? No, I am not talking about things that are controversial or "feministic" in nature or the struggles and ill-treatments they have to face. That's a long, deep mystery, only God knows when it's all gonna unravel. And most of all, I think that's not my field of expertise either, no offense though. . What I want to say is that- what being a girl or a woman means- psychologically? Their thoughts, their thinking patterns, their level of maturity or immaturity, how they handle different sorts of relationships and all.  I think that's something I have done my research on (not literally😅) and here ironically got nowhere, found nothing, understood nil but related truly to much extent.   It's ...

 Last night... I was thinking, whether I would regret liking you. Since, you are not with me Since, you are not mine Since, you can't be mine! whether I would regret liking you. I don't know... to what decision I end up with But that last night... I was thinking... Was it bad liking you Was it bad when my heart raced at only a sight of you Was it bad to smile when I thought of you And would it be bad... If I regret this feeling of liking you. Even when you are not by my side,  But why do I act strange when I think of you,  when I see you...when I want to see you.. when I want you. Last night... I didn't get to any conclusion that whether... I would regret liking you. That whether... I am regretting liking you. I didn't get to any conclusion(because maybe I already know but still...) whether I want you to be with me whether I am happy to see you with her whether I am jealous to see you with her.  Last night... I think... I was just thinking nonsense But still my heart...