Mesh Toraskar
Bio
A wannabe storyteller from London. Sometimes words spill out of me and the only way to mop the spillage is to write them down.
"If you arrive here, remember, it wasn't you - it was me, in my longing, who found you."
Stories (29/0)
- Third Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Free Verse Poetry
Aftersun (dir. Charlotte Wells)
Memories, misunderstood as crystallised time capsules trellising our pasts are anything but. Real and imagined crudely stitched. Some tactile; others soft as ghosts, likely to morph upon discovery. Both evocative, neither enough to paint someone’s lingering silhouette whole.
By Mesh Toraskar9 months ago in Critique
- Top Story - August 2023
- Top Story - August 2023
In my quest to not get existential
I failed. Not the challenge, no! I am surprised I completed that with minimal difficulty. But to not fill myself with dread when left alone with my thoughts and given the freedom to spill them out without structure, form or intent.
By Mesh Toraskar10 months ago in Humor
- Top Story - July 2023
Serendipity
FADE IN: INT. BEDROOM - DUSK As dusk falls and I acquiesce to the arms of rest, my closing gesture is to call forth your memory. Yet, with each remembrance, your colours fade, your brilliance vanes, as if I am merely visiting the preceding night's echo, not the true memory I once held.
By Mesh Toraskar10 months ago in Poets
- Top Story - July 2023