ANMona Canvas

  While we are consciously trying to tie up the loose ends of our otherwise unruly and somewhat bittersweet adulting lives, there are times when you suddenly come across someone who waves at you from the balcony above while you are hustling to accomplish goals and at that fleeting moment, time stops! Under every other circumstance, you would have waved back and walked off briskly. But then there are times that the impenetrable aura of a person makes him pursuable. You cannot help but get consumed in the moment to unravel the mystery behind the charming eyes or the occasional smirk that has left you intrigued the myriad of times in the past. Probably you have hardly noticed his existence in the past few months. Probably you have just felt his presence but have failed to acknowledge his being altogether. And then you speculate and put together the pieces of the aenigma together. To think about it, there actually has been multiple occasions that your eyes have searched for him in the ...

What defines that fine line between compromise and subjugation?  A relationship is all about collecting moments and sewing them into a situation that sums up to become a story. While collecting these moments it is very important to curate the basket and not let any toxic moment scoot in. A successful relationship is defined by how well the couples compliment and fill up each other’s shortcomings, thus, making a whole. This leads to a process of gradual but steady change. A change that is reflected through both the parties and well evident before the closed ones. This process is about accepting each other’s flaws and moving on. If there is a question in the acceptance, then to talk about it and changing the perspective of the concerned party, thus, eventually moving on.  This process is pretty masked during the first few months, when both the parties seem to revel in the joy of their similarities. Colloquially it is famous as the ‘honeymoon period’ . Once this...

Hope, A treacherous alibi to rely on To see the days turning into night fall and To get back with the Sun shining, up and high. You live every day clinging onto that very hope. Hope that keeps your heart beating and Your soul reaping those tiny bits of Expectations, That you call hope. Distance Rips you farther apart and yet, That one hope keeps that  Wry smile on your dried and burnt lips Constant. Voice, Like a 24x7 ticking clock  That turns into screams in my head, Every now and then Like a reminder alarm of him being around; Until I press that snooze button giving  A plethora of fake calms and soothe. Patience, Why is it necessarily associated with a woman? From whom the society expects  Poise and a decent gesture That suffocates and chokes her And forces her to stand before that abyss  Of infinite heartbreaks and oblivion! It's her responsibility to go against herself and Take ...

"There's nothing called Mr. Right. There's a Mr. Right Place at the Right Time." The line that keeps haunting every single moment in your life.  The heart is a very tricky toy to play with.   The sudden dips and turns that come totally unexpected takes you off guard. And one fine afternoon, when you look up at the orange sky, with the setting Sun playing hues with the clouds, you cringe. A sudden choking feeling blocks your throat and surfaces all other emotions. You are left with an empty feeling, while everything else balls up at your throat and makes everything look bleak. Devoid of the feelings of hunger, love, affection, care and sympathy. You look calm and peaceful. Probably, it's the most peaceful you've ever looked. While inside, you want to rip your heart out and throw it into the woods and cut your drenched soul into pieces and examine. This might be the calm before an apocalypse hits! It's like life at one instant stops and the wo...

"Are you ready to accept all the challenges you'll face??!" And that was the foundation of the whole  parallel universe  we are talking about. A universe where "Once upon a time..." will end with "...and they lived happily ever after."  Well, surely my heart had skipped a beat, in the middle of a class full of people and with an intense topic being discussed on the board. "Was I?" My subconscious would know it! It was one of those times when I felt the need for air to cling on to life! I didn't want to lie. I was too scared to own up the truth! I obviously wasn't absolutely ready for it at all! But   what if he wanted a committed relationship and knowing I'm not ready for it, he backed out?! But I'd never want to start over a lie! Somehow when we spoke about it, we both concluded how uncertain we both were about the innumerable challenges that we would have to face! We didn't have a clue about what would happe...

"I'm not high!" And that's how everything started! 'High' being the escapade while the rushing blood through the veins being the trigger! Amidst the dilemma of getting a 'semi-colon'  tattoo and writing heartbreaking blogs, brewed a whole different story! Well, they say everything happens for a reason! Yet when all reasons and logic fail, yeah, you know it's the antidote for an epic loneliness! Yeah, reasons failed. Mind blended with the heart and decisions were all over the place! The brain to mouth filter had resigned for a night and the heart decided to kiss the horizon for one time she could! Horizon it was! A horizon larger than life. That gave hopes and happiness in one package. Horizon that carried away all the pains of the past in one word! "Ditto"! :) It embraced me the way I was, and it was kinda perfect! May not be to the world, but to me it was the most perfect situation I could have possibly asked for, from life!...

With the soothing summer breeze as her hair played in the wind and ended up entangled in a knot, so were her thoughts. The night was chilly and had enveloped the whole vicinity with an air of eeriness. "Why is my love so dysfunctional?" Her  subconscious had slyly disappeared, when she needed her the most. There were friends whom she could ask, but they were far away. The top floor verandah of the slumbered hostel building, overhanging the whole valley in front, had just one word hanging in the air! "D-Y-S-F-U-N-C-T-I-O-N-A-L"  "Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy... 'coz you're in alive... Cradled in LOVE!" Putting the song on repeat mode, she kept running her whole life before her eyes like a movie screen. Yes a movie it was. Predictable. Clitched. Like a circle. History just kept repeating.  Every other girl had a normal life she thought. Why not her?! The mundane monotony soothed her as she drowned herself in the ...