Mihika's Musings

This is a work of fiction. Protruding galoche-like escalators jut out from the perfumed madness surrounding me - their fluid yet mechanical constancy a cruel reminder that I am just another cog in the machine. Whilst there is a certain beauty in this, their recurrent metallic screeches ring shrilly in my ears, leaving a dissonant and somewhat painful itch to yank out my molars - an impulse perhaps prompted by a desire to introduce this metallic tinnitus to the rest of my sens

Puzo's mafioso world presents an opulence so unique that it almost becomes one comfortingly encompassing - decorated with the simplicity...

From the world of "The Great Gatsby", amongst the lush pomp and pageantry, lays a figure so utterly insignificant that he's almost...

Having not written anything of note recently, I feared I’d lost my touch for this - poetry began to become an easier forum for me to pen...

One question I was asked once made me ponder, and continues to; long after the conversation has ended. "Are you British-Indian?". I...

Visiting Oświęcim; Auschwitz I and Birkenau was an experience I struggle to articulate. One often turns to poetry when having difficulty...

I tend to dabble in poetry now and then, when inspiration hits. Here are two pieces I have written upon my initial reaction to current...

I suppose the reason for maintaining radio silence is a gradual shift in not only my political views, but the entirety of my worldview,...

Just over a year ago, I wrote an article for the Law According to a King blog, which was published in November of last year titled; "The...

I'd like to preface this by stating that much of my information and many of my opinions formulated around this issue have been gathered...