The Unabridged Journals of Karissa Gupta

  Frenziedly gulping down a burning cup of black coffee, frustratedly staring at the google doc opened on my iPad, the date on the left corner mockingly reflecting 22nd July- the day I was supposed to submit this very piece. As I was desperately racking my brain for an epiphany and praying to Oscar Wilde to magically plant a eureka amidst the myriad of dead thoughts, I hoped to find an intellectual take on the theme assigned to me, ‘forgiveness and revenge’. Yet, despite my best efforts and the lethal doses of caffeine I was ritualistically consuming, I found myself to be betrayed by my own self, it seemed as if invisible ropes had strung around my brain, suffocating it and preventing a single cell from functioning.  Bursting with rage, I clamped my fists together, morphing my rosy palms into slabs of icy white. Yet, by some stroke of luck, amidst chaos enveloping me with its embrace, I found myself to be distortedly singing these lyrics;   “Maybe I shouldn’t try to ...