A hyperactive little boy Boarded the train, With an air that made me wonder if he owned it. He skipped about from one end of the aisle to the other, Nonchalant about his father’s chiding. The animated child seemed to have an inherent need To be certain, That everybody within a twenty meter radius, Was… Continue reading Shooting star
“I wish I could go On a lone-trip, someday… With just my backpack And all my dreams; Live with the natives, Share their food, Learn their languages, Discover their histories; Touch the clouds, Dance in the rain, Chase the wind, Row a boat; Scream into valleys, Jump into puddles, Collect some orchids, Camp in wilderness;… Continue reading Dreams
The alarm went off at 6:30 AM. But, Rajiv was already up. The bed still bore the evidence of a disturbed night’s sleep. The pillow seemed to be tossed around and the sheet was dishevelled. That was unusual. But, today was no usual day. He was sitting, still in his shorts and shirtless, at the… Continue reading The Card
A friend once asked me “Why do you feel so uneasy when men stare at you? I thought you were a feminist. Isn’t it a compliment? I feel great when people stare at my muscles. Girls wear clothes that reveal their cleavage but get so worked-up when men stare at them. I don’t get it!”… Continue reading Quit staring!
You are my soulmate, Not because we’re married, Or because we hope to; Neither a couple, Nor in love. Yet you are My soulmate. A deep connection. A natural affinity. Deja-vu – Of your thoughts and emotions. I’ve been there, I realize, only alone. This special bond, a rarity. The satisfaction of gaining closure. As… Continue reading Soulmate
The little me and I are sitting on the porch and as the little me tries to make small talk, she gets a taste of post-modernism. Jumping across time and space, here is an imaginary conversation between me and myself. Little me: Hey don’t you think Sandra looks pretty in that pink dress?? Adult me:… Continue reading Me and Myself
I was born into a middle class Indian family. And like most of my fellow Indians, my childhood had its share of idol worshiping and temple visits. I wouldn’t say I hated any of them. Rather, those were the times when the entire family got together and shared some happy moments. I hadn’t put much… Continue reading Is God overrated? – Mumblings of a half-baked mind
In this era, where almost every one we bump into is looking at the world through a lens, I believe that every one of us is a photographer, shooting and clicking away with our digital cameras and mobile phones and discussing the technical and artistic aspects of what we captured. But I wish all of… Continue reading Ingredients to make a Superhero
Hi all, here is a letter I wrote to myself. I read it when I lose focus, when I feel a little low, when I am lonely or when the world manages to take my self-esteem down a notch. Dearest (insert you name here), How do you want to see yourself down the lane? Imagine… Continue reading An Open Letter To Myself
“Is the seat beside you empty or is someone coming?” asked an elderly woman who wore a charismatic smile along with her silk Saree. “Nobody is coming.” I replied and smiled back at her. I was watching a classical dance performance which was part of the margazhi festival. Her head bobbed mechanically coinciding with the… Continue reading Stereotyped “Strangers”
Powerful Overflow 