1. The Cauldron On a Tuesday morn, I found Myself in a Cauldron Why do my limbs burn? I tried getting up But could raise only my neck And I witnessed A city burning, almost famished- Like the barefoot traveller I once… Continue reading The Cauldron
Pigeons fluttering their wings, taking turns to fly, and sit on a row of boats lining the shore. The grey colored boats appearing to be the homesteads of these frequent visitors. And on the wall, sits a blue bird-small in size but magnificent in its beauty. It sits like a priest, content, that it has… Continue reading At dusk
From the small window of the hospital door, I could see mother being electrocuted. This was the third time in the same month that she’d had to be hospitalised. Since the beginning of the year, hospital visits had become an indispensable part of our lives. But, this does not mean that she was asymptomatic earlier. Prior to these frequent… Continue reading Deranged-1
3. Dear Diary, .......I need to pull out of these emotions with an escape velocity.... Is it really possible to jettison oneself out of emotions? May be not. I guess the emotional being, in contrast to the physical being, is doomed to be put under a tyranny, of love, loss and sometimes, hope. She paused,… Continue reading La douleur exquise-3
I wish I was born in the ancient Greece. Then, I would have sat with the likes of Aristotle, Socrates and Pluto. I would have contemplated- on existence, non-existence, roses, and thorns. Heck! I can't even call it 'wishful thinking,' or it might just have had a miniscule probability of happenstance. Since the last few… Continue reading I think. Therefore, I am.
2. The café sat nestled amidst the narrow lanes of the old city. Those lanes reeked of multiple stories of the fatigued rickshaw-wallahs, the local vegetable vendors, the westernised shopkeepers selling indigenous stuff, that group of American girls buying red bangles. Tia's chin was cupped in her right palm. She was sitting beside one of… Continue reading La douleur exquise-2
You got married all of a sudden! Why did you not tell me? I loved you Tia! He tried to fathom an answer in her unrelenting eyes. Her lips quivered, she wanted to tell him how much she had missed him over the years, but she resisted the urge. No longer did she have those… Continue reading La douleur exquise
The question of my identity has plagued me long enough to necessitate the creation of this blog. I will turn 30 years old this July. There's a smirk on my face when I say that I turn 30 years old, as if it's a momentary transformation. We all know it's not, and I am just… Continue reading My identity