Nisha Advani's Blog

May 8, 2020:  A very special day. I’d turned in my final assignment in the wee hours of the morning and managed to catch a few hours of sleep amid the churn of anticipation leading up to my crowning moment. The celebratory fervor in the auditorium was palpable; excited murmurs were audible, as proud family members from all over the world waited for their freshly minted MBA graduate to walk the stage. I adjusted my cap and straightened my robe for the umpteenth time. I felt a surge of adrenaline as my name was called and I walked onto the stage – confident, proud, and very conscious of all eyes on me. I beamed, skimming the crowd in a futile attempt to locate my parents. I waved at my professors, grateful. The resounding claps reached their peak, everyone sharing in my moment of glory, before fading into the distance as I exited the stage…   “Nisha Suresh Advani”   My laptop screen welcomed me back from my subliminal trip.  My photograph and name on a slide marked the...

Sun's dying rays through the blinds found their way, Dusk's fiery glow warming their embrace; Simmering passion boiled over carefully nurtured restraint, Unleashing desires thus far, tamed. She was no Queen, and he no King, Lust was their ruler and they kneeled; Grey souls they were, kidding themselves of chastity in acts damned, For boundaries shattered the second their bodies entwined. Their eyes met: his melting brown, Hers blazing with wantonness newfound; His seasoned lips descended upon her tender ones, Like Dawn kissing fresh Dew on young grass. They gave in, they held back; Each living a fantasy in subjective truth. The spring back in her step, a naughty sparkle relit her broody eyes, The Thief had stolen her fears, emboldened her to face her clandestine desires; Robbed her of a dark, lonely void, Unearthing warm passion she'd buried deep inside. In irony they found their magic, In intimacy they discovered solace; They loved in stolen minutes...

A heart sheltered by a house of cards Bittered, shattered, broken into shards; Lashing words, she rants uncontrolled For all those tales that remain untold. Shameful, her endless unanswered rings She buries her lament in yet another drink; She knows not where the painful road ends All she asks for the journey is a friend.  Lonely tears flood her structured dam When she realizes "life's great!" is but a sham; Crumpled, withered, clueless where to start She lies fallen, completely fallen apart.