Bala karthiga M

Our differences began when we were in preschool.  Aishwarya always chose music, and I was the one who danced and told stories. She liked pink, and I liked white.  She preferred strawberry flavoured dessert and I always went for chocolate. She always wore her hair in elegant long curls, mine was usually pulled back in Read more

“You ever  been in a tragic accident?” “Nope.” “Ever been in and out of any life threatening situation?” “Nope.”  “Watched a friend die?” “Nope.” “A childhood without love and care?” “Nope.” “Had a pet that you were made to give up forcibly?” “Nope” “Have you had the pain of not wanting to let go but Read more

“Bala, you OK?”, I heard a distant voice. I didn’t want to reply and take the conversation any further. Actually, I couldn’t reply. There was a huge lump in my throat and it was getting heavier. I didn’t like that. It made me feel weak and helpless. I sat there in silence, breathing heavily. It Read more

 Sometimes, occasionally, very very occasionally, I imagine what it must have been like if you had lived a little longer or least until I was born.  I don’t t even know you even half as much as I should. So I can’t exactly sort out my feelings for you. Is it love? Longing? Disappointment? Anger? Read more

Some people have traumatic childhood experiences from which they learn how not to do things without adult supervision. While some others (who are obviously are the smarter ones) learn from the mistakes of others. It was a very normal Thursday evening after school. My six year old brother and I were playing in the neighborhood park. As Read more

So it’s that time of the year again I guess. Parents and students all over the country have never been so hype. It happens every year. It’s like a three month Carnival. From the Beginning of the board exams, enrolling for all the entrance examinations and then signing up for classes that help you crack Read more