One month. That’s how much time has elapsed since I landed in Bombay (the name I like). And I didn’t realize it until yesterday when my mamma, over a call, brought up the topic. About 38 days ago, an abrupt, unforeseen change at work uprooted me from Chennai – a city I had called home … More BOMB-ay!
This ‘Easdale’ is not in Scotland. But it might as well be a contender for the quaint charm which that island holds. My writing, if I may dare say, breathes in such airs. When you breathe, and do so without obstacle, you make yourself comfortable, even if it may not exactly be a thing of … More Woke up to the quiet experiments
Homo Irrealis by André AcimanMy Rating: 5 of 5 Stars I am the gap between what I am and what I am not. Even before the essays – beautiful, wise, full yet strangely wistful – begin to sing, this quote of the maverick Fernando Pessoa finds place. And that rounds up the mood of the … More Life, as you don’t see it
Let me be like you,Showing up everydayDespite the blues. Let me be like you,Fighting the oddsOf roots and dew. Let me be like youSharing the spaceWith old and new. Let me be like youTaking in the toxinAnd giving life hues. Let me be like youAccepting and sewingA melange of sinews. Let me be like youQuietly … More Let Me Be Like You
It is that time of the year when light reigns supreme – candles, diyas, sparkles and more illuminate our homes, streets, towns and cities, bringing people to banish darkness like a little child punished. This year, however, the light assumes new meaning. The light that we all have collectively yearned for. A light to take … More Diwali: Light in between books
I am not gonna lie; I actually spent a good three minutes just gazing at the bookstore. Walking through the alleys in one of my most favourite bookstores in the country – Starmak, Chennai – that happened to open only yesterday after five months of shutters was like reclaiming a whiff of fresh air that … More Quiet Reassurance
Today is the 1st of January. And I am travelling. For the last 8 years, this has been my routine on the first day of a new year – say goodbye to mamma whom I had come visiting during the tail-end of last year, and go back to the city where I work. In the … More The Constant in Change
Born in a corner, desolate and numb, or on a slate shaking with indignation; Sometimes, on a feather of enviable calm and sometimes, from sheer indecision. Your womb has many colors and so, does your skin; But in each of them, I stand witness, you are my kin. On days of cantankerous mayhem, your pages … More Mo Sangaata, Thank You
You have waited patiently, like stars that don’t know any other sky; You have kept me company even when I have casually passed you by; When days have placed the taste of today on my fickle tongue, You have silently pinned your hopes on tomorrow’s song; When nights have heaped on me, a torrent of … More To unfulfilled dreams…
Dear D, Yes, I know it was yesterday. But like your books, I suppose, you too wouldn’t care for worldly conventions; conventions like wishing someone on their birthday. So, I have taken the liberty, and without feeling guilty, of wishing you birthday a day late. Just why though? You can’t hear me. You can’t see … More Happy Birthday, Fyodor Dostoevsky!
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