Cigarette smoke

Her words are like the cigarette smoke That slowly escapes her mouth, Losing shape and form, On a quest to seek something heavenly, But melting away into something so worldly. She never cares enough for them. She never cares enough for others. Just letting them out like cigarette smoke, Because she has to, What else…

Obsessive Compulsive Doodle

Now you can follow us on Instagram too… obsessive_compulsive_doodle Under the name Himanshi B. (curio) The page contains all the silly doodles through the years. So see you there folks🙃

The Bread-crumb Writer

Was watching The Danish Girl, again last night just to the point where my favorite scene arrived. Not that I don’t have the option to pull forward to it but just to build up the atmosphere, I have to REACH there. It is the scene where Gerda Wegener, a portrait artist in the mid-1920s is…

The Analogy

For most of my life, I was wrong about the subject of medicine. A doctor was the mortal form of God himself. And a medical student was someone, whose life began and ended with books. But through time, I was proven wrong. For starters, our future selves, doctors, do not save lives. We are just…

Never changing, Am I ?

A story from the words of the girl itself, who was living her final days, whence came around SOMEONE. ‘Him’, that is how she referred that someone in this poem. But was he really a person or was it something else? Was she really dead? But who left at the end? The words might have…

Silly me! – curio

The silent bright student At the corner Beside the window Or right under their nose The one that is so damn attentive Yeah the ever ready one The one that never missed a lesson Oh the teacher’s pet I’ll make sure I won’t make a mistake Impress, don’t show Don’t let the fear overthrow The…

The Bloody Talk – Curio

I came across this video How Women Have Lived With Their Periods Since 1900 a few days back and I realized that India is still in the 18th century. Sorry to disappoint the tech savvy crowd of this nation but. How the hell did we manage to be CEOs at international companies when we are…

I won the toss !

When I was young I was told to plant a tree on every birthday so when I die, I’ll die in a garden. I have decided to plant an idea, so when I die, I’ll die in a different world.

Midnight Memories

Every night when reality hits me hard in chest And I wake up all sweaty and breathless. My mind warns me that you are about to go And then realizes you are already gone.   My fight begins with my brain, As I try to sleep again, To be in a world, where you still…