Anuish

Manga review Long, lonely lanes are all I see while I walk home to Punpun. I open the manga, flip the pages, see familiar faces stare into my soul. The air is stiffening, oh, so is my heart, as Punpun lies in his tub pondering over existence. Had I been the mangaka, I'd've colored him blue. He'd be soaring heights without the aid of the sky. I fell asleep trying to connect the stars of a constellation that he loves. I heard him whisper, "What's the point?" Or was it the echo of my own screams? How I wish he was real. I'd have a twin. Everyone would. 'cause Punpun is me. Punpun is you. Punpun is every single one of us in our rawest forms. Oyasumi, Punpun.   Oyasumi Punpun  is a manga written and illustrated by Inio Asano covering themes like depression, loneliness, and the absurdity of life.    

Micro poetry  I envy my future self that will rise  from the ashes  of a past torched by  the spark  of vindication I ignited inside me. As of now,  I am content being in this cocoon  of grey, black  and white that I created for me. Both of which keeps me away from my present self that befriends lies and contempt to survive. This post is a part of  Blogchatter WAPAD #writeapageaday challenge.

Where are all the words? They can't all be gone, not this fast! Were they stolen, by any chance? Na, no one's got the key to my head. Unless I stored some in my heart. Did I? I'm done searching inside. I go out with a basket and before I know it, it's overflowing with buds of ideas. I seek the aid of time to help nourish them to form new words, words of mine. They have grown now into pretty little phrases. I give them toys to play with - Commas, full stops. Exclamations! They fight a lot claiming one is better than the other. Puberty. What can I say? I can't wait to see them grow into mature sentences, perfect paragraphs, excellent essays, and big books. Until then  I'll keep feeding them, guarding them from being stolen cause I am nothing without my words. I am only an empty basket without my words. This is the last post of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023 . Previous post:  A Familiar Ache  

The quaint expression of his face, his dwindling eyes, her heart widens as he unwraps the layers of the gift she gave him. She went through wild fires  and forests to buy him the perfect present. To bring him back from being haunted by the trauma of loss. The loss of his beloved. One final fold, and with a flash of light she takes him to their childhood to the deathbed of their mother. "Live for the hope of it all", her last words. Unbearable pain and unending sobs. A familiar ache. He wails with all his might. The storm's passed. Her heart widens again as he smiles for such was her gift - a reminder of hope. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023 . Previous post:  Naruto Next post:  Empty Basket

  "Ugh, what a mess! How do I clean this up? Where do I start? I have no time."  Tangled earphones are to be untangled from time-to-time to ensure their proper functioning. Tangled thoughts are to be untangled from time-to-time to ensure OUR proper functioning. If only our thoughts were as simple as earphones! A while back, I was in a state of turmoil, my thoughts scattered all over the place. I did not know how to pick it all up. I was scared because I was not sure if I would be able to finish gathering all the parts, and that it'd be too late. I'd end up being stuck in an eternal mess, so vast, that I wouldn't be able to see the door out. But then, one day, a cute little boy with yellow hair and black whiskers opened the door and let his hand out for me. He did not collect the lost parts, that's something I would have to do on my own. Instead, he raised my spirit and told me what to do. He walked with me by my side and suddenly I knew where to start.  There

'Makar sankranti', they call it. "Kai po che!", they scream. Kite flying, a desire that flew to me from the songs of Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam and the stories of Liman and Amma - white-cemented terraces,  silver-bordered churidars, kites soaring high like dupattas in the skies of Surat.  A kite of blue  to match the sea  with stripes of white to thank the wind that took him to the greatest height in the beach of Cherai. Yellow, green and pink - colors of friendship, fluttering into the gang of diamonds. I celebrated as I created a Surat for myself  and a sankranti for many. This post is a part of  Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023 . Previous post:  Spirited Away Next post:  Naruto