Redhya

“Let your tired eyelids rest. And now take a few deep breaths.” He says on a phone call. On the other side, miniscule hair on her petite neck gets erected as she imagines his cold, electrified breaths hitting her neck and ear as if he lay just beside her, watching her silences . He so wants to calm down her agitated mind, but his voice, on the other hand, makes her young heart flutter. Vivid butterflies escape her stomach and fly around her head, forming an aureole. “Relax.” He stretches the word and repeats it often intermittently, sensing her restlessness. “Hold my hand - we are safe here.” His voice has become rather steady, and it echoes in her ear as if coming from the bottom of a deep well. He asks her to loosen her body and let her mind wander in the world his words are about to design. Her body paralyzes more and more with every passing moment, and vacuum spreads inside her agitated mind. With just a seed, he creates the layers of imagination inside her head. He wishes to take ...

P A T T E R N S If you think a human mind follows total randomness and difficult to understand, then you’re wrong. The inability to find a pattern in one’s life makes you believe that. A pattern is nothing but a repetitive action on a repetitive perception or a repetitive state of mind. A D D I C T I O N a n d P A T T E R N S Just like any other action, smoking a cigarette is also an action. A smoker’s mind craves for a #cigarette on the occurrence of various patterns that has been stored inside his brain in the form of memory. For instance, let’s suppose that a person has a habit of smoking a #cigarette after taking heavy dinner. Every time, after taking his dinner, when he smokes a cigarette, his mind stores the action of smoking along with the perception and state of mind at that particular time. His mind, with the help of organs, takes data from the surrounding and associate with his mental state. Therefore, if the same pattern, which he smokes in, occur irrespective of t...

Living off packaged drinking water and delivered food at our doorstep, we try to keep up with our fast-paced life, for we’ve been taught to keep on running while keeping up appearances in front of our loved ones on phone calls since we don’t want to disseminate our worries through these overloaded mobile signals. At this moment, standing on the roof of a building, I see many intense emotions being perfectly carried by waves to a place where they turn into tears and fall onto scrawled unsent letters. We’ve installed various food-delivery mobile applications and tasted exotic dishes, but the taste, which we’re seeking, isn’t listed on a single menu. Certainly, #Uber can take us to our destinations, but I wish we could take a ride to a place where we can calm our restless mind. Although I’m learning to be contented with my broken pieces, I feel as a piece of me was stolen while I was in the metro taking me to the place that I didn’t intend to go. Oftentimes, I came across exhausted f...

I wish to get rid of fear was as easy as reading the next sentence.  “The fear of unseeable is unseeable, untouchable, and unharmful.” Truth to tell, removing fear from one’s mind is as hard as understanding the previous sentence and having a little faith in my words. B R E A T H A N D S U R R E N D E R The immensurable possibility of happening of the negative thought that has created a fear in your mind keeps on troubling you. For instance, after taking bath at night, when you about to leave the bathroom, out of nowhere, thought of some haunting creature’s presence on the other side of the bathroom door stops you from opening it. All of a sudden, your heart starts pounding against your cold chest, you involuntarily hold your breath. Slowly, the fear is taking over the empty spaces, and conquering the filled places in your mind, the fear hoists its flag and make you its slave. Don’t be sad for being called a slave as you, yourself, created the fear in the first place so te...

At this point in time, I’m a little scared and have to deal with a mental block, since I have to describe an unsought place that I came across en route to Chakrata via Mussoorie. I’m scared because I don’t want to belittle the beauty of that place and it won’t be justice to that place if I’m not able to put it into just words. Having said that, let me try to make you imagine what serendipity I encountered. After staying for a night in Mussoorie, the next morning, my friend says that rather going to Dehradun, we’d better continue travelling. *My forehead wrinkles* His suggestion seems like a vial of a sedative kept in front of an addict. And, like an addict, I am drawn to the vial and gulp it down my throat. Hallucinating, I nod to the suggestion. Without wasting a second, he opens Google Maps on his phone and does some research. Suddenly, he exclaims, “Chakrata!” We kick off our trip to Chakrata. I kick start my scooter and race against the freezing winds. After a short whi...

In India, whilst cities are being ameliorated briskly, crimes against women are still a serious problem here. The pitiable condition of women in the country is improving and becoming better; but having said that, the rate of improvement is sluggish and isn’t laudable at all. Amongst all atrocities on women, various crimes are generally ignored and overlooked, because “Yeh to hota rehta hai”. When I saw the trailer of movie #Thappad, I was quite moved. The trailer has perfectly portrayed the current scenario of Indian society where educated people turn a blind eye to #Taapsee’s distressful situation, and instead of supporting her, they advised her to adjust, because according to them, suffering perpetually on her own is better than being divorced. Just like #Taapsee, every now and then, a woman has to suffer mentally and physically for the sake of saving her marriage. Physical wounds may heal someday, but mental wounds make her dead inside. A woman has to sacrifice her dignity bec...

i put a corroded knife on her petite neck. having dangled at her chin, a drop of sweat fell onto my grimy hand. i let my knife play with her chic necklace. i gently tucked her hair strands behind her ear. they’d been touching her left cheek. they’d been disturbing me. they’d been distracting me. they’d been arousing me. i ran my fingers over her burr, looked into her eyes and plunged into one of them – right or left – i can’t recall. perhaps, both were equally deep. if not, i believe i dived into the deepest one. alcohol running in my swollen veins, a cigarette and dense smoke in the air, and her thin hands were imperfectly complementing the anger on her face. her eyes asked for mercy, but there was sheer hatred in her psyche. i felt pleasure in her dread motions. i enjoyed her fear and agitation. i inhaled her frightened breaths. as I smelt her hair and skin, she trembled. i went close to her and whispered, “run!” *** If you like the way I write, you may want to try my books. ...