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It was the year 1996 I was in the first year of college Undergoing an internship At an ad agency With other rookies like me We talked about books, movies galore I found I didn’t remember much Even then, my memory Was like mercury to touch All those books  That I’d read Seemed to have flown  Right out of my head I talked way too much, Let my guard down Enough to create  A scandal in town One girl told me “The boss wants you to wear a short skirt” I used to wear long salwars and didn’t flirt I felt completely miserable Coz at heart, I was still a prude Not interested in getting friendly With this creepy old married dude. When I went back to college I complained to my HOD Who seemed to think I was making a mountain Out of a molehill, And she smiled benignly at me. One of the teachers  Came to my house And tried to tell me I should complain  Against my boss, the louse! I wanted t...

And the tears, They fall unbidden What do I do When it happens In the middle of lunch Or while crossing the street Or while standing in a queue When I know not why the tears fall What can I do about it all Does it mean I’m no longer dead inside? That the hurt within is healing? Or is my heart further breaking?

The gentle strum of the guitar floating through the air A murmur of voices, some loud, a few laughs An outline of the Buddha traced on a red wall Sporting real black sunglasses,  I'm not joking at all My desk in the middle of all this activity That’s  # Ogilvy ! What happens within is all destiny!

Perspectives change Over time People change their colours at will Like chameleons in the garden Or like rainbows in the sky Except that such sights in nature are a joy to behold While in humans it is not

Indifference is what kills life Not hate. For hate means there’s still a spark. While indifference means everything’s dead . How do you revive what’s dead inside You nurture it with love and a little care Till life starts becoming easier to bear And then it gets a little better than that And before you know it Life reveals delights...

It was the year 1996 I was in the first year of college Undergoing an internship At an ad agency With other rookies like me We talked about books, movies galore I found I didn’t remember much Even then, my memory Was like mercury to touch All those books  That I’d read Seemed to have flown  Right out of my head I talked way too much, Let my guard down Enough to create  A scandal in town One girl told me “The boss wants you to wear a short skirt” I used to wear long salwars and didn’t flirt I felt completely miserable Coz at heart, I was still a prude Not interested in getting friendly With this creepy old married dude. When I went back to college I complained to my HOD Who seemed to think I was making a mountain Out of a molehill, And she smiled benignly at me. One of the teachers  Came to my house And tried to tell me I should complain  Against my boss, the louse! I wanted t...

She was sweet sixteen When her friend’s brother Who was himself eighteen Wanted to be her ‘boyfriend’ More, like, her lover, All he wanted to do Was feel her up  And have his way with her Then why on earth Did he talk of marriage Confusing her? She who was naïve, What they would call an 'innocent’ Unaware of his evil intent Was fooled into thinking The world was all sunshine  And tread where angels feared to This led to her decline She felt s he had shamed herself By letting him touch her Especially, when after a point He repulsed her Even after he'd moved on And started dating an older woman He made out with her Because she let him Till date, she asks herself, "Oh, why oh why? Didn't I stop him?' They had never discussed anything This made her feel sick It's so important to talk Why don't boys understand this? When the #MeToo campaign Unearthed stories of abuse Her own pain was tight like a noose Until t...