Ramblings of a sleepless mind
Category: Spilled Ink
Original prose and poetry
Messengers
Letting pain be your messenger to heal
Narrative of a heartbreak
When your heart breaks into a million pieces
The sea at midnight
Silence. Sometimes you don’t need words to feel a connection. All you need is some good company, a bunch of … More
Letter to the ones coping
Hi, Are you doing okay? It’s a rather funny question. But, has anyone asked you this today – How are … More
Joy
Experience what’s within your soul
Chewing Gum
Stuck and don’t know where to go?
Blur
When you are consumed by fear
The Rain
A magical moment in the rain that can change things for two people.
Within
Verses inspired by a journey within.
Healing
Two friends stuck in different paths in their lives meet to have a conversation on life.
10 minutes
He asked for 10 minutes of her time to get to know her. What happens when she agrees?
The Taxi Ride
Two strangers share a cab and a conversation.
#MeToo
I thought I was alone. A woman. My truth. Against the world. It was dirty. It felt wrong. It happened … More
Feelings
I feel feelings. Some rational. Some irrational. My heart it wants love. My heart it wants to love. Feelings. I … More
Letter to my younger brother
Dear Little Brother, You are no longer little having grown taller than me in stature. You are about to embark … More
Letter to my 18 year old self.
Dear Anusha, You are 18. You have just left home and have started going to college in a different city. … More
A moment of anxiety
The thoughts, they flow. They know. They go. I breathe. It’s calm. Outside. A storm. Inside. The clock. It ticks. … More
My body offends
A women’s body offends people and they all try to control it.
Blood
There was a light shining through the rubble. It wasn’t too bright. Just enough to offer hope that there was a way out. Ayesha was trapped beneath the rubble.
Afterwards
Numb. Both body and soul. Hurting and some more. Will the pain stop? Yes, it will if you choose to … More
Meera
“In complete control, pretending control, With dignified authority, we are charlatans. Or maybe just a goat’s-hair brush in a painter’s … More
Life in a box
“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” -Rumi “1…2…3…4…5…” Leila was counting in the distance while … More
Pause
“Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands, Or your own genuine solitude? Freedom, or power over an entire nation? … More
The Seekers
“What you seek is seeking you.” Her City 12:45am I’m walking out of the club. By now my head is … More
The Good Girl
“Don’t raise your voice.” “Don’t laugh loudly.” “Don’t go out and play, you’ll tan your skin.” “Don’t sit like this. … More
