Reflection: A short (horror) story (Part 1)

It was a sunny afternoon. I was alone at my house, everyone else was out for a movie. Since I wanted some alone time, I decided to stay back and it was perhaps the worst choice I made that day.

There was no food in the house, so I ordered some. Estimated delivery time: 40 minutes. 

So I made myself comfortable in my bed. I was lying down scrolling through movies on Netflix. I chose to watch the Shining. 

30 minutes into the movie and I was struck by the hollowness of the horror. I couldn’t understand why it is so popular. So I gave up the idea and kept my laptop aside to read a book.  
I was expecting my order to be delivered by now. It had been 50 minutes. As soon as I called them, the doorbell rang. I was quite sure it was the food delivery guy, so I ended the call. 

The doorbell was pressed again, they seemed to be in hurry. I reached the door, it made a creaking sound and then it got stuck. I checked the door stopper, it was raised. While I was still looking at the door stopper, I noticed too much light coming in from the other end.  Someone had left the balcony door open and surprisingly I noticed it only now. 

Ignoring it for a while, I pushed open the main door. Whatever was blocking it was out of the way now. However, the delivery guy wasn’t there. No one was there. 

I stepped outside and looked around, I couldn’t notice anyone who could have rung the bell. There were some children playing but they were too far to have done it.

So I went back inside and decided to call them which is when I noticed that the balcony door was locked now. It was confusing. I remembered looking at the open door when I was checking the stopper. 

I called the restaurant to check on my order. They told me that my order was delivered. I got furious and asked them to check where the order has gone.

I went to the washroom to wash my face, I was flustered. While looking into the mirror, I started wiping my face with a towel which is when I noticed something strange.

There was a scar on the right side of my face. I was sure it was never there before. 

Then the reflection seemed to become hazy. The water wasn’t hot, it couldn’t be moisture. 

I noticed a movement in the background, it was being reflected on the glass surface. So I turned around but there was nothing. 

When I looked back into the mirror, the scar on my face was gone. The reflection was proper now, no longer hazy. I kept the towel back and turned around only to see myself standing behind me but she had a scar.

Deepest parts

Since the workshop I attended posed this challenge that we need to write on a regular basis whether or not we write well, I will be publishing a poem a day. Here is what I have written for today:

I do not love him like the sunflower loves the sun
nor do I love him like I want to
I love him but I hate him
I love him enough to see through
whatever he carries inside his heart
he doesn’t carry it on his sleeve
sometimes I am blinded by my expectations
but other times I can see
and I think he too faces the same dilemma
sometimes he might not be able to read
what my heart wants to say
even though I carry it on my sleeve
we cover hearts with the protection of our worth
not allowing enough to show outside
even when we know
love has seeped inside
into the deepest parts.

Anything is possible child

Your demons tell you that life won’t be fair
that you will not find what you are looking for
they will slowly consume you from within
because you are not so sure
of where life will take you next
because you are not holding life’s steering
you are afraid, you are scared
there is a strange feeling
that you will fail
that you will fall
that you are not standing on a solid ground
why do you fear so much
why should the hurt be so profound
look around and you will love
what you have in your hands
in this temporal life
everything is fading away like falling sand
why do you have to be so scared
go out with all you have and give a brave fight
anything is possible, everything is possible child
turn away from the dark, look at the light!

They ask me how much I love him

She spreads her arms wide
Asks me if I love him that much
Then she shrinks the space
And again questions my love
I use two fingers
And I hold them just a centimetre apart
She is surprised by the distance between my fingers
And asks
You love him only this much ?

I say
Start from my finger
Span the entire universe
And come back
The other finger is where you will land
That is exactly how much I love him.


Some stood on their tiptoes
Some rolled on their backs
Some walked on fire
Some lashed themselves
Some sacrificed their own life
Some killed others
None of them
Had their prayers answered.

While the world was trying hard
God smiled and said
You try too hard
Too hard my friend
Bend down on your knees
And whisper
I’ll be able to hear you better that way.

When we fail as a society

There were a hundred spectators
when the victim was bleeding to death,
some just stared, some passed by
till he was robbed of his breath.

There were a hundred spectators
when she was harassed
some watched, some joined
some couldn’t care less.

There were a hundred spectators
when two lovers were separated
in the name of religion
humanity evaporated.

There were a thousand spectators
standing proudly for the national anthem
I was one amongst them
but I couldn’t fathom
what made us so proud
and I confessed silently
we have failed
we have failed as a society.

Everyday you make a choice

Life is sandwiched between the good and bad
Everyday it is a struggle
To find calm amidst the chaos
And not stumble
Upon the smallest or biggest of difficulties
That life is going to throw in your way
Find a source of happiness
Thats stays
Constant when everything is changing
What better way to do that
Than to stop clinging
To the bad that life gives
Savor the good parts
And live.

If it makes you want to be better, it is love

It isn’t possession
nor is it letting go
Love is a balance
between vulnerability and ego
where I know that I won’t be fine without him
and I also know that he won’t be fine
and while I accept the truth
he declines.

Love, it is a balance
it is trying to be a better person
so you don’t disappoint them too much
Love, it is a bond between the hearts
not always needing the touch.

Love, it is comfort that you have him
even when he is far
love, it can fix a lot
even the fault in the stars.

Don’t lose yourself

The world wants to fit you in its picture
And want you to change
So you fit in their frame
And many a times you will struggle hard
In finding a place in the portrait
No matter how hard you try
You cannot escape
The wall of expectations that they have built for you
Will fall upon and burden you down
But do not get lost
Do not get lost so much
That you are unable to find yourself.

Will it, will it not?

They tell me to have patience
With all that is unresolved in the heart
Now that it’s been quite some time
And I am not yet sure of whether it stays or part
I look around and see things working
In the blink of an eye
And I keep wondering
When will this uncertainty wave goodbye
I still keep patience
And I try to figure out
Will it be mine
Or will it not?