Look at this picture. What do you see? You don’t need to be an expert to say- This is a family. This family is out on a picnic. Daddy, Mommy and Lil’un. This is Daddy. Daddy looks impatient. All he wants is to get back home Slump on the couch and watch boxing […]
You spoke to me? Me? Ok, give me a moment. Yes? Home? Huh? What’s that? Where do I sleep? When it isn’t raining, the trees there form a perfect canopy… When it rains, you ask? The priest at the temple allows me to shelter under the old stone ceiling of the mantap, the porch. A mattress? […]
“The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.” – Wasif Ali Wasif, Dil Darya Samandar. Darya sat there, as calm, deep and still as an ocean on a beautiful day. The restful waves she created droned on, […]
The shroud of mist lifted halfheartedly and the house, reluctant to reveal itself, appeared in patches of brown and dark green, till finally it stood, mute, glowering down at the intrusion. I looked up at the sheer, imposing walls and breathed in the magnificent splendour of it all. Fell in love with it, again. I […]
Nagpur. The oranges. Little bursts of sunlight frozen in pulp, waiting for sweet release. The train chugging into the station. Being greeted by vendors selling the finest ‘Santra’ as oranges are called. The freshness of the leathery skin loosely holding the segments together. Collecting the seeds and planning to plant them in the garden at […]
Time spares nobody. I may peel off but you shall fade away. Fade away. Fade away. It’s all a matter of time. Is this all you have with you? Are you sure you cannot impart anything anymore? Hurry Sir, you have no time left. I have taught you everything. This is all I know. Hurry […]
she watched she waited a school swam by a shoal waltzed away they didn’t invite her she didn’t belong she sat quiet immobile tugging at the membrane that covered her her eye loomed large as the serrated teeth worked away blowing a bubble she puffed up the ripple in the water pushing her ever so […]
‘Nobody makes tea like you, Damayanti.’ The man sitting on the log of wood, in the garden, mumbled these words. He had refused to come into the house and she had not insisted. One look at him had been enough. She recoiled as if she had seen a millipede curled up under a rock that […]
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