Reports of the Mind

Blown to shatters, with a crippled mind

Walking on a path highly undivine

Blackness encircles at unholy altitudes

Grossly disillusioned by a perceived delusion

Sharp stones pelted toward the back

Cracked skulls and loosened teeth of apathetic thought

Rising brows and smirking lips, cold shoulders and mighty grips

Humanness defies greatness like love defies hate

Accepting the person can be a burden

Great stories, but with ends so uncertain.

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Movie Review: Sometimes

The other day, after watching Dhobi Ghat for the second time, Netflix suggested that I watch a Tamil movie called Sometimes (Tamil: Sila Samayangalil ). Interested by its plot, I decided to start watching this seemingly somber film. Well, I wasn’t disappointed, but neither was I amazed. I got what I expected. Before we get to that, I think I should dive a little deeper into the plot. Seven strangers, waiting in a blood test center’s waiting room for their HIV test results, decide to bribe the counter lady so that they can get to know their results as soon as possible. The counter lady finds out only half the information—one of the seven people is HIV-positive. Rather than relieving their stress, it increases the protagonists’ necessity to know the results. This is the basic plot, literally the one displayed on Netflix. This 2018 movie has the coveted Prakash Raj and Nasser. Prakash Raj, as usual, gives a stellar performance, whereas Nasser is present on screen for barely fiv...

The Call

A Short Story (This is my first attempt at a short story.) She kept turning in her bed, right to left and left to right; sleep had abandoned her tonight. All she could think of was the kiss—the affection she felt, followed by a rush of dejection. She had never kissed a boy before. The butterflies she felt afterwards were incomparable to anything she’d felt ever before. The satisfaction was extraordinarily calming and soothing—something a monk meditating for ages would feel at nirvana. She was the epitome of love and love had become her. Or at least she thought. It had been two hours since the “incident.” Her heart was still beating fast, but she wasn’t hyperventilating anymore. Just as things seemed to be coming back to normalcy, the phone rang and then rang some more. She saw the caller ID and gasped. There came a glimmer in her eyes. It was him! Her friend of seven years. Her partner in crime. “Hey...” she answered. “Hey Ruth! I called to see if you’re ok... You ju...

Colors

Some things are green Some are blue Then there are those Violet and crimson too! Colors make our lives sane Colors make thoughts rain Colors exist never in vain Whether you wear a crown or are insane Health can be pink Mind can be blue Death is purple Black protests the undesirable Gray's an emotion mighty true Gold is the heart of someone you knew White is peace. Red is love. Colors are life. Don't you think so too?

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