Sreesha Divakaran's Blog, page 3

You pick up a discarded piece of twist tie from the ground and hold the plastic between your thumb and forefinger, feeling its smoothness. An old habit,… Read more "Potions of Summer Sorrows"

Underneath it all, the high of life and the euphoria of pretense, I’ll always be a broken little girl whom anyone can see through within a matter… Read more "Fragmentary"

All the words in all the languages I speak are failing me today. My mind is a foreign place and my heart has turned a stranger, one… Read more "The Absence of Maps on a Rainy Day"

It was just after lunch. I was sipping my sangria – the one indulgence I allowed myself – and you were having ginger tea. Your fingers were… Read more "The East Wind"

A few years ago, I would have balked at the very idea of eating out alone. Let alone going out to a restaurant (or even a fast… Read more "On Eating Alone"

It was one of those sections of the library where students hardly went – the section with Britannica and World Book. In a corner, I found a… Read more "Of Deliberately Forgotten Anniversaries"

It’s the souls that start calcifying first. And then the eyes turn obsidian black. Rapid, invisible changes. Gradual, unnoticeable changes. All that would remain is a shadow… Read more "Why Do They Call it Your Soul?"

Because on some days I wonder if I’m myself at all and if I am then which version of me is the true one. Because it is… Read more "Home"

Your first memory of him is of his blue-grey eyes – eyes that made you wonder if he was the son of Night herself. One part mystery,… Read more "Falling Down a Rabbithole"

Once upon a time there were dinosaurs. I refuse to change that opening, whether you’re cringing slightly, shaking your head disapprovingly, blinking questioningly or just raising your… Read more "This Existential Crisis Has Lasted a Decade"