In your silence I died a million deaths. So many questions and fears came rushing to my mind! Did I do too little.. or too much, Did I say too little… or too much, Did I share too little… or too much, Is it because I didn’t hold your hand, even though I wanted to… […]
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Month: May 2012
The Victim As Provocateur
A girl was hacked in my neighbourhood two evenings ago. This morning, a girl of about the same age who comes to teach my son, walked in with fear all over her face and asked, “Did you see the newspaper, maam? I walk through the same market every evening after my classes. Yesterday, I saw […]
I Fly…
I am free from the fetters and I fly…I die. I dump the body in the garbage of your beauty tricks, your anti-ageing serums, your yoga mats and rejuvenation therapies. I rise above my gaze, my unglued and free gaze. Jealous? See me fly, my hair tossing above clouds, my milk whitening the world, my […]
Where Is Fasih Mahmood?
It has been over 10 days since Fasih Mahmood practically disappeared from his residence in Jubail, Saudi Arabia, where he worked as an engineer. On May 13, Sunday, Mahmood was taken away by a group of Indian and Arab men, all in civil dress, and their house searched, while his wife, Nikhat Perveen, was held in a […]
Love Unlimited
I have been watching the skin on the back of my mother’s hands very closely. In consonance with the changing texture and folds of skin, there has grown in my head a sketch of what it means to watch one’s parent get on in years. There was a time when the hand was smooth and unblemished. […]
Loving Vines
Dear engaging vines Of love, How softly you’ve drawn Me in. Your tangled web of spaces, The only silence Amongst the chaotic sounds. Dear engaging vines Of love, How sweetly you have me Entrapped- Lost beneath the feel of Your breath against The still of dawn. Lost among the thoughtless, Bringing me back to Spaces […]
Deathsong
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with words playing out in my head. If I don’t get them down, they disappear in around five minutes, so I’m thankful Evernote exists! Last night, this is what I woke up with… I thought you were a song, And I played you Over and […]
Unspoken Stories…
I walk amid a sea of people everyday. Pushing, shoving, all the while to be the first. Instead of pushing them by and egging them ahead, have you ever taken a closer look at them? Have you looked into their eyes? Everyone has a story to tell, and it’s all written in their eyes. This […]
A Story Called Life
‘So how is life?’ she asked. ‘Not as good as it used to be,’ I said. We smiled. She knew what I meant. *** I could see my responsibilities – some willingly assumed and some being thrust upon me – manifesting on her face and she could read on mine that I’ve been betrayed, taken […]
Lasting Bonds
If this sounds like a personal account then it’s the shortcoming of my narration. If it doesn’t then, a lot of your fond memories with your siblings will resurface and perhaps your love for them, will be rekindled. I don’t know if it has ever occurred to you that, of all the relationships you share, […]
WSS Statement Against Prison Assault
Women against Sexual Violence and State Repression (WSS), condemn the assault on three women under-trials, Angela Sontakey, 42, Sushma Ramteke, 22, and Jyoti Chorghe,19, in the Mumbai District Women’s Prison in Byculla. On March 31, they witnessed an assault upon some other inmates by the prison staff. When they tried to intervene, they too were attacked by the staff. […]
The Ranoosh: Subtextual Flavours
Chef Ali Mkram has the kind of face that reminds you of orange orchards and happy family picnics. A face of contented joy and peace. That he is from Syria, working in Bangalore as a chef for possibly Bangalore’s only authentic Lebanese restaurant is one of the many paradoxes you will see at The Ranoosh. […]