Sreesha Divakaran's Blog, page 2

Are we in each other’s lives? I pondered one blazing hot afternoon in March when even a nap seemed impossible. We mustn’t be, must we, if the… Read more "Arrivals"

The spoon with which you measure salt Plastic plates stacked neatly on a shelf Flowers – marigolds and chrysanthemums and roses – and the shop that sells… Read more "27 Places Where You Won’t Find Love"

Two hours. They will quietly stretch to three. Not a word of the book she’s reading has made it through, nor has the din around her registered.… Read more "Feather"

It’s a wonder we have any conversations at all, because what normal means to me is what weird means to you. And yet here we are, talking… Read more "Definitions"

Three piles of old newspapers, each half a meter high, are waiting patiently for you to give them away to be recycled. That’s how long it’s been… Read more "Void"

I flipped the Polaroid photo over and saw the hastily scribbled date. A date in November. Days hadn’t begun to shrink yet and nights were only so… Read more "A Photograph of the Ocean"

In a far off window, I can see the light of ceiling lamps glinting off gold rimmed china teacups. My breath is forming clouds as I let… Read more "Snow at Dusk"

You’re in some other part of the world, where my voice wouldn’t reach you even if you were close enough to hold my hand. You’re in some… Read more "Echoes of Delusions"

Little black birds whisper to me in my sleep, warn me I’m hanging on the edge of the world. In those sweet deceptive tongues known only to… Read more "Little Black Birds"

If nostalgia was a mighty mythical beast, one of its wings would be the rays of dawn and the other would be a tangy sourness that even… Read more "Flying"