Between

Are you out of pain? Is your mind clear? Your heart free? Do you grow and age? I often wonder. Do you hear the fights? We lack your strength, your resolve. We are still finding our way. Do you watch over us? I often wonder. Do you recall memories? Have you moved on? We haven't,... Continue Reading →

Travel Telltales 

Travel to me is road trips. Rocky roads and really long drives. A car trunk flooded with luggage, and some more in the rear seat. And by the feet. And on the lap. How it all fit into our little car, I'll never know. I've been traveling for as far back as I can remember.... Continue Reading →

Reading, Writing and Growing Up

My grandmother was a collector. She collected stamps, coins, postcards, letters, souvenirs, photographs, diaries and books. I was not allowed to touch any of that. At the most, she'd let me play with her jar of coins under supervision. But her books were never off limits. They were mine for the taking. She was an... Continue Reading →

Spectacle

Each night Her vision grew indistinct Smudged with soot Smeared with smoke Beclouded by gloomy fog As the thick rims came off. After some fumbling And clumsy toe-stubs She would reach out To turn the last lamp off In a failed attempt To function Without help Without clarity Without glasses. The eyelids dropped Like iron... Continue Reading →

Travel

A majestic sun Plays hide and seek With dense clouds Impervious, yet so clear. Below sags a lowly hill Crowned with crystals Yellow, purple, Orange and blue. The cement structures Grow smaller And smaller Until sight leaves them Deserted To take in the vast fields Of cotton pieced out From the clouds above. A stork... Continue Reading →

Beauty

Black heels on the red ramp They walk the catty walk Graceful, insidious, charming Hungry curves and supple moves A killing smile, a sensual look Onlookers gasp and sigh They model their beauty Fair, tall and lean Because beauty sells. Grey clouds battle over the sky Round, pregnant rain drops Fall like bricks The makeup,... Continue Reading →

Categorical Friendship

Friendship is a strange strange thing. People associate it with values like happiness, love, closeness and success. To have friends is a big social positive and to be friendless is to be an outsider, a misfit. Like everything in the world, friendship is hierarchical. Best friends are seated at the top of the pyramid. The... Continue Reading →

In Memoriam

There is little satisfaction in communicating without speech. Some things just need to be said. In her last days, my grandmother ceased to speak. She would nod, look around some times, pass on a smile too. But not utter a word. I wondered whether she chose not to speak. Whether she was content with expression.... Continue Reading →

628 (3)

"It's okay. It is. Okay?" Peering behind curtains, searching for a face. I have 5 minutes. Tick tock tick tock. A lungful of intoxicating smell. I've known this face for longer than I can remember. He's half asleep. I could just stand here, forever. I touch his shoulder, not knowing if he would respond to... Continue Reading →

Grey Skies (2)

It is a wet, grey evening draining itself into darkness. I get a call. There has been an accident. I sit there. Then I pack. It is a misty, early morning in Mumbai. As I wipe the fog off my window, I wait to arrive at my stop, unaware of how often and for how... Continue Reading →

Pieces (1)

I haven't been able to write because I do not fully comprehend what I attempt to say. During a time when I hold on to things fragile and distant, I wonder if something has changed. Something that has escaped from my being. As fragmented as the thought is, I write for I know that the pieces ought... Continue Reading →

Caged

Whispers By silence, Smiles By conventions, Light By shadows, Clarity By choices, Dreams By desires, One By four walls, Straightjacketed.

To throw

Growing up, I left behind certain traits that I had as a kid. I outgrew some clothes as well as some actions and started being adult-like, very consciously. To carefully sit, to steadily walk, to be compulsively polite, to 'act' rather than to 'be' - these are the things adulthood gave me. Recently, I realized... Continue Reading →

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