We all love to read stories or hear stories or sometimes weave stories. Neil Gaiman once said, “Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was ...Read More
Far across the sea I see.. a place waiting to be
a place..where the mountains are deep and seas are high.
I will be where no one has been...
Into the darkness...into the wild,
a free man's place with wonders of its own kind.
Flaming ...Read More
For all that we long and for all that we have ..
For all our fulfilled dreams.. still hungry we are.
When it was less we begged for more and when more we thought of how less we have.
Selfless and selfish..
Standing in ...Read More
There is an extensive blue sky stretching out above you. You have been taught to believe it is the atmosphere that wraps the earth protectively, cradling it in its arms. You look at the sky and see clouds drifting by, ...Read More
“The Indian Railway’s Second AC has lost its elitist air,” Harshal told himself irritably.
Elbowing his way into his assigned seat, he glared at the passengers already settled in. They wore that shifty eyed look of proprietary, typical of wait-listed Indians. He rolled his ...Read More
I woke up yet again and looked at the alarm clock. I had set the alarm for six o'clock in the morning like I always did and there was still half an hour before the alarm would start ringing; but ...Read More
On the day of her Shradh, everything is normal. The maids come and go, people go to work, children go to school, the trains and the buses struggle to run on time; the sun rises, it will rise to its ...Read More
Just a story
in a newspaper.
your life
and death.
A picture
of you
and the ones you loved
more than life itself.
but it's just a picture
a snatch from a better time.
when you still were you.
when you believed
you could make it through.
when the years had not chipped ...Read More
Try and slow down before
the end –
Try and move backward
towards clearer memories,
away from the black holes.
Before the sky opens up
and swallows you whole,
Before time sprints forward
and damages your soul.
Lightening strikes softly,
before the whispers
get louder,
overshadowing
the sound of thunder –
only in your ...Read More
The kitchen, where so many amazing things happen...was and in some subtle ways, still the substance of nightmares. At least for me.
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Potential burns, disasters, insects, and those mind boggling red ants that come to chew on the most unbelievable things. ...Read More
They say there are five stages of grief. Seven maybe. Either way, I think I can say I’ve been through about four. Or am going through them – they’re going back and forth for me to be unable to pinpoint ...Read More
Sometimes I am lost in myself ...and then...
I pause
I reflect
I scan through the images captured randomly on my mobile ...
I scroll my phone-book for names that ring a bell in my heart
I ruminate over my Facebook 'likes' to understand what ...Read More
