Now that I've gone
Your soul will roam, yet won't be free
in those nooks and corners
where you expected to find me !
In the shabby Charles Dickens' towns
In the urban sprawls and agglomerations
Amidst the crowds of the capital
where you'd find me in your expectations !
You'll look for me in the common places
expect me to appear in front of you again
You'll wish to see me at least once
at places where you used to find me now and then !
Time goes on
and the bygones will be bygones
Yet you'll be sailing on the still waters
trying hard to move on !

-Anshika Malhotra




Signs of stories unknown
Seeds of love have been resown!

Got the comfort I was looking for
The warmth of your hug and voice that I adore.

Smiles restored and happiness reconfirmed
Ya you bet, that’s you who reaffirmed!

Something for which I had a quest
Yes, it’s you in whom I remanifest!

One sure thing I shall clarify
It’s the true belief that we live by!

One last time the separated talks
Then there shall be a lot in the long walks!

One more time it shall be you
Yet to be a restart though

The conflicts are over which extinguished the spark
And hence we are here to reignite in the dark!




You are questioning my religion!

I wonder if most people feel what I do. I sleep but in my sub-conscious, a lot of dreams are formulated which are in fact strong messages to me. Thus, instead of feeling more active, I have a whole new concept to ponder and to share of course.

So here it goes-

I studied in an Orthodox Christian school. Although my brother was in a different school (He saw students learning to use a compass for defence in a tiff whereas I saw students learning Bible in a school), we were in the same school(mine) in my SUB-CONSCIOUS MIND ( events do not coincide with reality).

We have our exam and the invigilators are checking for chits or something (These are the things through which students avoid the useless mugging for nothing). One of the invigilators comes to me with a Taveez in his hand which apparently belongs to my brother which my Grandmother gave to him for his ‘well-being’.(For your convenience the Taveez is an amulet which has a scroll in it having either verses from Quran(if you follow Islam) or Hanuman/ Durga Kavach (if you follow Hinduism). It doesn’t happen if you swap the bracketed text as that would question your loyalty towards your religion. They look like these:

This was the moment(moment in my dream) I realised why there is a ‘siblings’ column in school diaries.

“Your brother is a genius but we are smarter. We found this ‘secret message keeper”, says the invigilator.

“But this is a..”, I tried. He did a 10minute therapy to soothe the metal to open it(which, according to them, my brother would have opened very conveniently in the restricted time of an exam). The look on his face seemed to be a ‘Eureka moment’ when he found the scroll. To his surprise, it was something in Sanskrit/Urdu. Now he has a different story- ” This is a threat to the ethics of the Examination.These things should not be brought to the school.”

And all I did was a protest with the slogan “You are questioning my religion!” (Endorsed by Article 25(1) of Indian Constitution).

Funny sub-conscious. As if it’s ever going to happen in my  SECULAR nation!