{"id":6331,"date":"2016-07-27T15:50:21","date_gmt":"2016-07-27T10:20:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/trulymadly.com\/blog\/?p=6331"},"modified":"2021-03-11T06:50:22","modified_gmt":"2021-03-11T06:50:22","slug":"unsingle-stories-at-unsingle-readings-bengaluru","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/trulymadly.com\/blog\/unsingle-stories-at-unsingle-readings-bengaluru\/","title":{"rendered":"UnSingle stories at UnSingle Readings Bengaluru"},"content":{"rendered":"
UnSingle Readings \u00a0and Open Mic with Anuja Chauhan and HarperCollins India was every aspiring writer’s dream! Bangaloreans stormed in and bowled us over with their stories, poems and quirky rants. And some of our favorites took home awesome Wooplr goodies!<\/div>\n
\u00a0Here our favorites:<\/div>\n
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1. Ananya Gopal:<\/strong>\u00a0<\/em><\/div>\n
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When I thought I was in love with you, I drove myself into a right state. I<\/div>\n
got so exhausted I threw my back out like a wheezing old Auntieji. I<\/div>\n
twisted sideways, backwards, over and under, fell on my bottom and finally accepted that loving you was more difficult than passing the ISC Boards. No that\u2019s not true- I passed the Boards and well enough for sweets to be distributed in the mohalla , but loving you was like drinking a lemon granita on a winter\u2019s day…I had to swallow despite the khar-khara roughness in my trachea and had to clear it very, very, painfully softly as though I had passed gas in public.<\/div>\n
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That was fine too, that was tolerable, but the months of waiting was not. Seriously though, waiting for you was like waiting for summer, in the Antarctic. The snow falls steadily or if you live in a place like I do, the grey rain falls on grey concrete from a grey sky and all these are just one shade you know?<\/div>\n
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You asked if loving you had been difficult,\u00a0 and I was lying when I said no. Loving you and forgetting you and all things you is the hardest thing I\u2019ve done (I just realised how that came out but its funny and punny and smart so its okay if its slightly non veg). I couldn\u2019t stop loving you though, because you were like Kabhie Khushi Kabhie Gham- I had to come back to you despite the drama, the cringeworthy cheesiness, and the total eye roll inducing moment when Jaya Bachchan comes bearing a silver thaali, clad in a silver sari, adorned with silver jewellery looking like BR Chopra\u2019s Bhishma Pitamaha. How she heard the khatkhata sound of Shah Rukh Khan\u2019s helicopter above all the din troublesome Rani Mukherji was making is beyond me. How she heard the khatkhata sound of Shah Rukh Khan\u2019s helicopter above all the din troublesome Rani Mukherji was making is beyond me. But, I digress.<\/div>\n
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Yes you were a pain, my fawn, but I loved you, I loved you, I loved you.<\/div>\n
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2. Me & the Sleepless Nights by Yashika Singh<\/em><\/strong>
\nOh you sleepless night, could you be less charm,
\nYou I try to avoid, yet am pulled back into your cozy arms,<\/p>\n

We talk endless, yet incomplete the duologue always remain\u2026
\nHe, who holds both of our hearts captive, we talk of the very same<\/p>\n

You envy me for spending a peaceful few with him too,
\nEven I am surprised, how fast the time flew,<\/p>\n

But you & I are bonded from the time, him, when I hardly knew,
\nWe are the soul sisters, Us – no God can slew..<\/p>\n

I have visited you time over time, In adulthood, In teen
\nI have experienced with you, experiences, new and pristine.<\/p>\n

With you, I lost my virginity to LovePain.
\nWithout you, this life, could I ever sustain??
\nSo..
\nHere I come to you… back & again..
\nHave lots of memories to sail through, to share
\nTonight I am going to stretch to the dawn.
\nAll the Sleep Gods …… beware!!
\n3.How do you fuck poetry? \u00a0By\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>Anushree Bharadwaj<\/strong><\/em>
\nHow do you
\ntake it by the wrists and
\ntrap its flutterings in the circle of your
\nthumb and forefinger\u2013
\nHow do you bend it over the kitchen counter
\nand map the foothills of its spine?
\nDo you wear a harness to trek the plateau of its
\nshoulder blades,
\nand not fall off the cliff as you dig
\na bite off the precipice\u2013
\nWhat do you hope to find here?
\nThis is no fairy with trapped wings,\u00a0this is
\na fire raging on dry shrubs,
\na doe trapped in a bobcat\u2019s gaze,
\na tigress shielding her cubs\u2013
\nThere is no caution here,
\nonly impulse \u2013\u00a0because what do you hope to cling to
\nwhen your chin loses\u00a0traction and slips off
\nthe \u2018L\u2019 curve of its shoulder\u2013
\nHow do you pull free when your knee
\nsinks\u00a0into the parabola of its waist,
\nwhen the forest of its hair calls you home?
\nThere is a point of no return at
\nthe dip near its navel
\nwhere the kisses evaporate;
\nthere is a numbing paralysis at the
\nsmall of its back like the tongue of a glacier,
\nand there is a life jacket upon its lips.
\nHow do you fuck poetry?
\nYou don\u2019t. You\u00a0savor\u00a0it.<\/div>\n

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4. \u00a0Ain’t That Easy<\/strong> by<\/strong>\u00a0Swati Panda<\/b><\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Holding your hand, walking in a moonlit night
\nThis is always just what I have dreamt of, baby
\nThinking of you, looking at the stars in the sky
\nKnowing you don\u2019t feel the same, ain\u2019t that easy.<\/p>\n

Looking at you, listening to your appealing voice
\nYou so know that my heart skips a beat, baby
\nI can see the world through your gleaming eyes
\nKnowing they don\u2019t crave for me, ain\u2019t that easy.
\nYou know that I love you, you know I always will
\nYou aren\u2019t that perfect, but I give you a ten still
\nYou know that you dwell in my heart, baby
\nKnowing that I don\u2019t in yours, ain\u2019t that easy.
\nFeeling you fade away in the darkness forever
\nThis is something I had never wanted, baby
\nThinking of you, looking at the dark night sky
\nKnowing I can\u2019t have you back, ain\u2019t that easy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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