Ruskin Bond in his "The Eyes Have It" wrote : "Aunts are formidable creatures". Perhaps he should have done better replacing the aunt's part with that of a sister.
Sisters and brothers are formidable creatures. If you grew up as an only child, good for you. If you grew up with siblings, I shall pray Read More...
They're strolling down the alley by Ruby park. There's someone they despise. I can tell from their whispers. They're probably defaming a friend. Spilling tar over her reputation. That must be me. They're talking about me.
Have I done something wrong? I don't recall going behind their back. I still Read More...
Unnati Kotecha in Poetry | Reads: 264 | Likes: 1
A red building, ambience lightedInhabited by people, yet fully vacantThe jingling bangles laugh and hauntSmirk miserably, often release a sighTheir ringing have a melancholic tauntDeafs confuse it to be "visit again,bye"The tresspassers there are varied menSome new faces, some people oldFor it is a Read More...
Unnati Kotecha in Poetry | Reads: 93 | Likes: 1
Flourishing,prospering and growing was humankind,Towards nature however,altogether blind.Mission Mars and exploration of life beyond Earth,Was all a step towards overcoming the dearth.Far long as eyes could see,over-exploitation was evident,The home to innumerables, became only human's resident.One Read More...
The year was 2016, chilly Wednesday morning in the month of November. Everyone had gathered in the hall for breakfast. I was famished too, but kept myself to my room. I have always had a thing with toothaches, and this time, it was my wisdom tooth giving me chronic pain. She came to my room (if I ha Read More...
Unnati Kotecha in Romance | Reads: 149 | Likes: 1
It was a bit cold out there, so I set the loathed leather-jacketed file ablaze. Next thing I know, I found myself drawing in deep breaths of the fumes, and sipping on the last delicacy from the refrigerator -- a bottle of red wine. He was still sitting on the cherry red couch which he had moved into Read More...
Unnati Kotecha in Poetry | Reads: 115 | Likes: 1
I was walking down the lane,Which lead to nowhere fastBefore I took a halt to watchHow long the street scene'd lastIt happened so, that a figure queer,By transgender whom we know,Had rammed into a car.And the driver's voice gulped low,As he faced the mob bizzare.The inebrieted driver nearly imbrued; Read More...
Unnati Kotecha in Romance | Reads: 482 | Likes: 4
Urmi:That evening, although the sky was frequently overcast, it was at no time dark. The rain-bearing wind was blowing in squalls from the southeast and I, inviting not only the rain, but also the tattered images of some memories, sat by the window wearing a cerulean dress. A cold zephyr touched the Read More...
Unnati Kotecha in Poetry | Reads: 141 | Likes: 1
It's okay to be ugly,
Your skin doesn't have to glow.
It's okay to feel good in it,
What's in it to feel low?
You're not a sculpture!
Weren't crafted for perfection,
Why'd you wish being polished?
Dear, polished is your reflection.
Even the finest sculpture in world
Can't feel, lacks soul, can't spe Read More...
If Hope had shouted " Brother, please, if not about yourself- atleast think what'll happen to me" the whole scene would have been different.Hope lived in a dilapidated building's locked up room, where the creaking floorboard's ants and the scurrying mice were her only friends. The only sight that th Read More...
That night, I replayed the tape from our meeting on my mind over and over again.
It was the moment.I was hoping that I'd move a step closer to what I wanted,and like every other thing,this time too I'll get it. The laws of which I knew so little were visibly working before me. The ambience added to Read More...
It started one evening at a café.I was looking at my phone, occasionally throwing glances outside the glass window, waiting for a friend.
Meanwhile inside the café, the piano keys were perfectly syncopating with the guitar. The voice of the first performer was no less than the ringing Read More...
Unnati Kotecha in Fantasy | Reads: 164 | Likes: 1
Was I only seeing it through rose coloured glasses? If I was, you know not how terrible it is to conjure a life for yourself which only exists from the inside out. And if I wasn't, then where did it all go away - the liveliness which once embraced me like the sweet fragrance lingering about lilies w Read More...
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