Tum Ho…
To the days when the world was not in all its real self… But was just the bubbles of protection woven around him…
“Tum ho…Tum ho paas mere…Saath mere…Tum Yoon…”
Random Rumblings
Loss & Grief…
There are different bonds and relationships in life that play specific roles in your life that no one else can… When those people move on… They leave you with a … Continue reading Loss & Grief…
The Judge’s Wife…
The scent of the translucent brown pears soap… The sweetness of pal koa (milk koa), from srivilliputhur… The raw smell of hand grounded marudhani (mehendi)… A big wooden cupboard, with … Continue reading The Judge’s Wife…
The Eyes and it’s Voice…
It was scorching… The sun was out in all it’s fury, burning away every single drop of moisture in the air… She limped on, having by then lost all emotions … Continue reading The Eyes and it’s Voice…
The Moon, The Crab and The Cat on a wall…
That summer night of March the 21st… The last time my eyes gazed upon the world outside my gate… A night from when, this flat and its walls, became my … Continue reading The Moon, The Crab and The Cat on a wall…
Baatein Karo…
It was dark… He had just dropped off his friend at the airport and had come back… The lights in his apartment were all off… He slowly made his way … Continue reading Baatein Karo…
Theera Ula… Jee Lein…
…”The girl in front of him was fixated on her mobile phone and was staring intently at it, WhatsApping someone, or so he spied from behind her. In a couple … Continue reading Theera Ula… Jee Lein…
When The City Sleeps…
Sitting there, ensconced inside the cool comfort of his temple, with familiar tunes that rolled back the long years, like dear old friends who knew you more than, what you … Continue reading When The City Sleeps…
The Promise…
It’s that time of the day… A time when reality blurs and consciousness blends with memory… The balcony doors are slightly open, letting in a cool breeze from the vortex … Continue reading The Promise…
Bulleya…
“RaanjhaN de yaar bulleya sun le pukaar bulleya tu hi to yaar bulleya murshid mera, murshid mera…” The haunting voice was filling up his eardrums, just as the train was chugging … Continue reading Bulleya…
The Metro
The floor was cold… A frigid wind woke him up from a deep slumber… Even before he opened his eyes, his ears could pick up the distant rumbling of a train chugging along its … Continue reading The Metro
I Cannot but Think Back and Wonder…
As I sit here in the darkness of night and powerless tubelights, with the occasional street lamp lighting up my somnolent co-passengers… I cannot but think back and wonder… It … Continue reading I Cannot but Think Back and Wonder…
My Discovery of India 