Preethi Sriram

The Mobile Buzzed. For the hundredth time.  "Happy 2k18", "Happy New year. Have a great year", "Wish you a very happy year. Have a blessed year." My inbox was filled with wishes. Not just the close ones, but also from people who wished me "Happy 2k17" and vanished into space and from whom I didn't hear for an entire year. These kind of conversations quizzes me. Well, so what!? We get busy with our lives and we don't find time to even talk to people who are a 'SEND' button away. Rings a bell? "So, what exactly happened?" "You know, we drifted away with time." "I didn't have enough time to reply to the text nor to pick up a conversation!" "Work got hectic and I hardly had time to sleep, leave alone having conversations with friends". Let's blame it on 'Time'. The Time is being accused for all failed relationships, broken friendships, drifted away acquaintances and never

Sarcasm is the new sexy.  We tend to love the quirky comments and the mean replies while ridiculing is proudly quoted as"Savage" and anything but a sane comeback gets you a "Burn" . Why did we let this become a trend? Because it's fun. Yes, It is . It is Fun from your end. Have you ever given a little thought about how the person on the receiving end feels? The answer is No. A Big Fat No. That is what we have become . Voices echoing heavy sarcasm and Hearts ridiculing anyone with a different perspective. Aren't we becoming the bullies? Back then,when we were little,the teachers taught us what good and bad habits is and every one of us attended a class called "Moral Science" ,the mere motive of which is to sow the seeds of good-deeds into the innocent minds and to raise them as adults with great responsibilities. With every passing class, we dreamt of being the good-guy of every such story. We lived as the Hero of the tale and inev

It was her wedding anniversary. This day has been the day of Jubilation ever since. She woke up to his smile, crooked yet too warm to ignore. That's what Love meant to her,  Waking up to his smile.  The smile that could make her forget about everything. The smile that could leave her entire world stranded. The smile that signifies how much she means to him. The smile that gives warmth in days when there is no ray of hope. The smile to which she fell in love.  The smile to which she could fall in love all over again. His Smile summarized her Happiness. She looked at the huge stack that lay safe inside her safe and her mind slipped into the memory-track It was an Album.  She pulled it out off her safe and sat on her bed. He was looking at her. Her Fingers ran over the cover of the album that read   'The LifeLine' . Her 'Gloss-less' lips twisted into a smile. She Looked at him as she ruffled through its pages. The page Number read '54'. Her nails are no lon

It was a Friday. No. Not, a Good Friday. It wasn't 'The 13th' either , but indeed a Nightmarish one. I was going home. The weekend at home is something that would get anyone exuberant.  "Home". That one syllable has the power to re-create the melody that plays in ur favorite playlist on repeat. Home, The place where you belong!  Mumma's Lap! Itsy bitsy fights with Appa! Food. Most importantly Foooood! After so many days of tolerating semi-cooked , over-cooked and sometimes even uncooked food, I wouldn't miss out the food from my dear own mother's kitchen.(I said," my dear own mom", definitely not 'dear own kitchen'. Well, at this point kitchen is dear too. )   Did I miss out Coffee? Who wouldn't crave to taste the little drops of heaven!? So, why did I quote it was a nightmare?  Because, it indeed is. It was already 7.30 pm  and I'm still slogging in the 'God-knows-why-they-are-this-comfortable' chair wit