WWL Writing With Love

  Pic source: Pickpik.com During my childhood, I had two categories of friends, no, not male and female. I grew up with boys and hence I belonged to the male crowd games only. So there were two categories, one category had cycles that had two wheels and a handle-bar (if not broken). The other category were ‘elites’ who had cycles with gears. And you ought to gape in awe, when somebody tells you that they have a gear cycle. Why? It is a practice. No questions asked. And some go the extra mile, they have rear view mirrors and a water bottle holder, because you got to show off. I’m also told that to change from one gear to another, you have to exert a pressure and maintain a speed to have the wheels rolling. That is pure Maths, they claim. However, none of them gave me their geared possessions for a ride. Because they believed it wasn’t for the female body. Hence, I came back home and demanded for a gear cycle. Being the mistake child (second child) of my parents, I always got second-...

  Most of us have this conflict in our heads, agree or not? Well, I am not talking about ‘materialistic’ stuff here. That is a completely personal choice. But, is it important to share our minds with people? Let us assume a hypothetical situation, you have won a race or a competition per se. The next thing we would ‘normally’ do is to share the news with our dear and near. But, taking another hypothetical situation, you failed in an exam which you had all hopes of scoring better, will you do the same? Both the situations are subjective from one person to the other but how does ‘talking’ be of any help here? So, I have always had trust issues, which means I don’t trust easily. This also translates that, once trusted, it is forever. Let this be in the backend. Once I decided to quit my job, there was no turning back. I stuck up to the decision. There were multiple opinions from all sides but the decision was already made and was in papers too. However, my mind hadn’t adapted to...

  Imagine. You are downloading a karaoke app. Getting addicted to it, you start singing day in and out. You are meeting a person there and he continues to guide you throughout. You talk to each other and later he becomes so important in your life that he becomes an extended member of your family and vice versa. This may happen. What if you stick to each other for four years and still counting. Sounds imaginary right? But no. We made it. I and Ranju started from Smule and now we are Veetal to each other in all aspects. Let me tell you our story. Rewinding to three years from today, I was on my first visit to Trivandrum. Aswathy chechi (my cousin) suggested me to download Smule so that I can sing along. I wasn’t much interested initially, but two days later, the app found a place in my phone. I started with her and then slowly I picked up pace and I started singing almost every day. I made new friends there gradually. As I was used to singing Malayalam songs, most of my friends wer...

Pushing my blanket off my face, I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I continue to see every day is my off-white coloured clock with a block red coloured frame. It was almost 8 AM. I was allowed to go late to the office these days due to the pandemic. My dreams were filled with delusions the previous night that I woke up tired. Freshening up, I went downstairs. Yeah, my flatmate was already awake. She was busy in the kitchen when I went. She didn't care to notice me at all.  "All good?" I asked "Yeah. Kind of." She replied.  "What does that kind of mean?"  "It means what it is." She wasn't angry, still, she wasn't looking at me. I chose to ignore and proceeded my day.  I reached office at around 11:30. The attendant, who usually greeted me when I entered did not care about my presence. The weirdness of my flatmate followed by the behaviour of this guy disturbed me. Ignoring all this shit, I texted my boss to discuss the day's ...