To Quill the Mocking World

The Fairer Sex

By Samarth Bharani

Girls as young as six believe that brilliance and intelligence is a masculine trait.

March 11, 2017 · 1 Comment

Forced Happiness

Non-fiction, Samarth Bharani
(4 min read)

For only when you have gone through all the stages of grief, through all of this, can you truly be happy again.

November 26, 2016 · 1 Comment

The Truth about Love

Poetry, Samarth Bharani
(4 min read)

Love is never without its ups and downs
And while you may expect the smouldering
embers of passion to last forever
Do not despair when they die out.

May 13, 2016 · 2 Comments

Scale the peaks

Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

If you haven’t experienced the vulnerability and the pulsing ache of love, you’ve neither scaled it’s peaks nor explored it’s depths.

April 23, 2016 · Leave a comment


Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

It’s something that unconsciously stores all my memories and, more importantly, the feelings I associate with them into its notes and words.

April 2, 2016 · Leave a comment

Happy Ending?

By Samarth Bharani
5 min read

He told me how he’s struggled to keep it under control for years now and how there is really very little he could do to stop it.

February 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

Skin Deep

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

I’ve seen accomplished sports persons like Serena Williams having to defend their femininity and their bodies instead of being judged solely on their athleticism and skill.

February 6, 2016 · Leave a comment

Sometimes, just sometimes

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

I remember the first house I ever lived in. It was the kind others would call run down, abandoned and downright unfit to live in. But it was the house I was born in, the house I grew up in.

December 26, 2015 · Leave a comment

A Tiara for my Little Boy

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

I remember the day he was born. The day I first held him in my arms. He was so tiny, wet and sticky. He lay there in my arms, his little eyes trembling as they adjusted to the light.

December 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

Date a Girl who Writes

Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

After reading ‘Date a girl who reads’ by Rosemarie Urquico, I thought I owed it to myself, and the way she ended the piece, to write a little bit about dating a girl who writes.

December 12, 2015 · 2 Comments

First Crush

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min)

Everybody probably remembers their first crush very clearly at the back of their heads. This is my story.

December 5, 2015 · Leave a comment


By Samarth Bharani
(5 min)

“What would you like to write?” I asked.

“Teach me how to write poetry, that dreamy poetry you always seem to write,” she replied.

November 21, 2015 · 1 Comment

Last Goodbye

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)
Mankind thinks that the Creator is a divine being, someone with awe-inspiring power and unquestionable morality who has created everything and has answers to every conceivable question.

November 14, 2015 · 1 Comment

Bittersweet Memories

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

This is probably my fondest memory of her. She, laying on my lap, without a care in the world, her pale, porcelain skin brushing against my back of my hands.

October 31, 2015 · Leave a comment

Happy Birthday

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)
Because we don’t have a home to go back to. Because, due to some arrogant, pigheaded bunch of bureaucrats, against all common sense, we launched a Doomsday device that knocked out the Earth from its orbit.

October 10, 2015 · Leave a comment

Nobody warned the little girls

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

Nobody ever talks about the story of the other woman.
Today feels different.

September 26, 2015 · 2 Comments

My Version of Word Porn

By Samarth Bharani
(5-min read)

You know those feelings that don’t have words to describe them in English? This is my attempt at defining and putting down my emotions into words.

September 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

Paper Hearts

By Samarth Bharani
(5-10 min read)
I think I was fourteen when I first started seeing her in my dreams. I didn’t know who she was or why she came to me, but she was beautiful.

September 12, 2015 · Leave a comment

The One

By Samarth Bharani
(5-10 min read)

If you’re the sort of person that believes that there is one perfect person out there for you, who will complete you, make you happy and grant you all of your wishes, this next bit is going to be disappointing.

September 5, 2015 · Leave a comment

Perfect Strangers

By Samarth Bharani
(5-10 min read)

She gets up to greet him, but he pulls her into a tight hug. He’s a little bigger than him and a lot taller, but before she can seek out more familiarities, he pulls her in even tighter. She gives in and wraps her arms around his waist.

August 29, 2015 · Leave a comment

Paper cranes and picket fences

By Samarth Bharani.

(5-10 minute read)

He was handsome. Oh so handsome. With a jaw that could cut glass and chiseled cheekbones.

August 22, 2015 · 2 Comments

A Letter to my Little Sister.

By Samarth Bharani.

I should’ve told you this while you were still in college, but I didn’t. We weren’t as close then and I guess it’s sort of my fault.

August 8, 2015 · 2 Comments

Broken Promises

By Samarth Bharani.

I woke up today and promised myself that I’m not going to write about you.


Today, I thought I’d write about the stars.

July 25, 2015 · 1 Comment

A Letter to my Ex

By Samarth Bharani

We all have that one person we can’t get over, no matter how much we try. People told me to write letters, saying that putting my feelings down into words will help me better understand the turmoil in my heart. This is my letter.

July 17, 2015 · Leave a comment

So, when are you going to get married?

By Samarth Bharani.

In that single line, Austen set the tone for the entire story. She tells us about how society expects any successful man to truly have his life together only when he is married.

July 11, 2015 · Leave a comment

Why I need Feminism

By Samarth Bharani

Several times during conversations about feminism, as a man, I’ve felt suspiciously out of place, not knowing what I could say and what I should stay away from.

July 4, 2015 · Leave a comment

Beyond a Gentleman

By Samarth Bharani

A long time ago, it meant men with top hats and long coat tails, who gave out their handkerchiefs to women in distress and fought for their honor.

June 20, 2015 · Leave a comment

Just Another Pretty Girl

By Samarth Bharani

I looked over at her and she looked back at me, scanning me from head to toe. She had these dull, listless eyes and her face lacked all emotion. I smiled, but she didn’t smile back.

June 13, 2015 · 1 Comment

Miss Kyle

By Samarth Bharani.

I think it was in kindergarten that my son had his first crush. No, it wasn’t a student, it was a teacher. His English teacher. I guess a son takes after his father in more ways than one.

June 6, 2015 · 2 Comments

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