Can we talk? Because I want to. Staying alive has become difficult In the last few months. At last, I am at your refuge. Can we have a conversation? Because I want to Confide in you, The nightmare I have been through. There is no one whom I trust Except you. There was a time… Continue reading Can We Talk?
Author: Sohini Sarkar
The Empty Sock
The navy blue sock hung lifelessly Upon my parched palm And soaked in the copious tears, Silently running down my eyes. Poor little sock, it’s not his fault. Indeed, what a fool I was. Santa Claus doesn’t exist. Not that I ever believed in it, And I laughed at those who ardently Made their Christmas… Continue reading The Empty Sock
Life without Elec(tricity)
Is just impossible to think about, isn't it? We are so used to 'elec'tronic gadgets hanging from our ears, playing in front of our eyes, blowing up our hair etc. that we mourn a power cut more than the non-availability of water in washrooms! Power cuts are pretty rare in IIT Madras. They occur either… Continue reading Life without Elec(tricity)
Why Me?
Lying flat upon the dew filled grass In a moonless night, I gaze at the innumerable silent stars overhead And wonder At our complicated connection. Why me? The world is more than enough. Pretty faces and charming smiles, Fluttering like lovely fairies everywhere; Outshining in every facet that God has bequest Upon his beautiful creation… Continue reading Why Me?
Simply Friends
There are certain people in our life Whom we call friends. Funny little family they form Which keeps on growing Right from the day when you snatched their crayons Till there is nothing left to fill in the colours. Some entertain you. For others, you are the entertainment. Some can't live through their day without… Continue reading Simply Friends
The Comeback
The car sped Through the concrete by-lanes. My head hung low upon the side window Soaking in the familiar breeze Which gushed like spirited stream Across the city. Yes, I was back. To my haven. Not even once did I dare To take my eyes off the view. At the back of my mind The… Continue reading The Comeback
The Secret Keeper
Some secrets Are meant to be kept secrets. While others Are meant to be discovered. For they define you. Your existence. I have a box. A black box. Filled with human essentials. Inner desires. Nameless fears. Teenage crushes. Rigorous conventions. Queer habits. Of others, not mine. They are safe in it, I know. For the… Continue reading The Secret Keeper
The Clock
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick. Never am I tired, never I fall sick. Some have two, others have three. My hands go merry-go-round but not in a hurry. Second is first, followed by minute and hour. Time is precious; to show it is an honour. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick. Never… Continue reading The Clock
The Letter
I stare hard At those angry smudges on whiteness. My eyes spot a two and a seven. Defending heartbeats threaten to betray me. I look across, beyond seven. Is it five? It looks funny. Or? No, it isn't. And I could no longer hear the heartbeats. I step on the purple cap as I enter… Continue reading The Letter
My Grandma’s Babu
This article was written for Reflection's April 2011 issue. When my mother was expecting my brother, my father had bought me a life-size doll which exactly looks like a baby. Since I had no clue about my mother’s condition (I was just six years old!), I was more than happy to have found an artificial… Continue reading My Grandma’s Babu
Sohini Sarkar 