7th floor

As I slowly sip the night The night slowly eats my mind. My thoughts are sucking out my life. As I inch closer to death, I need you by my side. I don’t know where to go anymore. Where will I find you And lose myself Never to be found again. You are not in…

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🙃

Bursting to life

I realized that I was dead inside When I didn’t feel happy for, Achieving the “best happiness of my life” No sense of accomplishment, no sense of joy. Endless anhedonia in an infinite void. I was assured of never feeling anything again. Well, I was wrong, I could still feel the pain. The pain of…

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…

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…

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…

Sketching Vamoose

Last year while I was away from my writings and creativity, I was under total isolation, away from my city, in a room, with my books and studies. My escape from all the pressure was doodling my tiredness on parallel lined sheets. For you it might be just some sketches for you, some not even…