The Experimental Blogger

A woman’s natural cycle of menstruation, one which ensures that human species don’t go extinct, has always remained a taboo subject in our country. Recently, when Zomato, a prominent Indian company, announced its policy of providing up to 10 days of “period” leave every year to its women and transgender employees, there were many who found it unreasonable. A lot of men and women have argued that on one hand, women cry equality in the name of feminism, while on the other, they want reservations and period leaves. The inherent flaw in this argument reeks of patriarchy, which has always tried its best to dismiss women and their issues as petty, to say the least. When we say sexism exists and that we must address it at every given opportunity, we are highlighting the need for a world that’s not built to provide convenience and comfort to only men. The simple truth that periods are part of a woman’s biology and therefore, her life, should be enough to answer those who don’t understand how t...

I had never seen him. Had a word with him once when he wanted me to visit him. But I didn’t go. I had something more important to do. Also, I found it weird. Weird that a person, who personified loneliness, was calling me in the middle of the night. He had mentioned that he had heard about me and wanted to know me better. But I did not understand his request. All I heard was his weirdness. The first time we met, he was about to turn into ashes. We couldn’t talk. Rather, he couldn’t respond in the language I could understand. Or maybe I couldn’t really hear him. I asked him how he was feeling. I asked him if he was angry with me for never calling him back. He didn’t say a word. Everything around him was gloomy and dark. The night had arrived for him. We all were still in the day. We could see him but not really. There was too much light that day. I wanted to see and enter darkness. I wanted to know what it was like, travelling to a place where you couldn’t see anyone, a ...

It was almost a dream. The roads were deserted. The lights were low. She was right beside him. Walking slowly. Matching her steps with his. He wasn’t sure though. What if she wasn’t real? What if all that he could see was not there at all? He wanted to touch her, just the fingers. No more. No less. She was busy juggling between her thoughts. Why does it all look so unreal? She felt far away from her world. The world that was confusing. Here, it seemed to her that everything was almost perfect, Almost because there was something missing. She was trying hard to find out what it was or who it was. In some other world, right beside her, he was falling. And the fall was leading to a lovely feeling. He wanted to hold on to it. Forever. She was all that he wanted from life. Looking at her made him feel nostalgic. It was just like his innocent childhood. When he didn’t care much, about anything and anybody. All that mattered was that he was happy. And if not happy, he would find ...

It should not be difficult, she told herself. What does it really take to fall in love? Or to like someone so much that you start forgetting the things that once meant the world to you. Maybe you don’t need to forget. But how much can this tiny little brain accept? Love, like, dislike, confusion, stress, anger, disappointment, frustration and of course, the helplessness. Time to create some extra space maybe, she pinpointed. Space? Are you serious ?  the mind asked. Why not? Can't you even do that for me? She frowned. Stop it moron ! It kills me when you do that. And what about me? When you start with your stupid arguments? Anyway, why was she talking to it. As long as she can remember, it had advised her against him. So now what was the point in blaming this idiot! This idiot, however, had something else in its ‘mind.’ It wanted her to know what she deserved. She had, for long, avoided talking to it and now wanted to mute it forever. But this wasn’t a solution a...

Staring Staring hard Hard and dark Dark with bright light Light that can kill me Me, left with nothing but myself Myself was roaming around freely so far Far she went as the world failed her Her strength asked her to not torture it much Much couldn’t be done when she finally rested in peace.

They were running. And they were running hard. But in different directions. No, it was the same direction. It was that one destination they all had in mind. Madness. Running towards madness. Breathless and tired, but running nevertheless. But how far could they go? Moreover, whenever they met, they would interact and then fall down. Bogged down by their weights, by their randomness and by their discomfort. They were not sure about this marathon. They just knew that they had to run. So running they were. But for how long? Will they reach the destination called Madness? Will they end up clashing? Will they be stopped in between? Will they be told that enough is enough? They were now scared. Scared to be told not to run. Coz now it was in their blood. To run and not know why they were running. And one day, they stopped. They refused to run anymore.