America is abuzz with talks about gun rights and regulations and I’m not particularly interested in this debate. But one bit of news got my attention and it was about Gabby Giffords speaking up about the need for gun control. ...Read More
The world has become unbearable to me. The more I try to center myself and tap into inner peace, the more junk it throws at me. I love the trash-to-treasure idea but what do you do with random acts of ...Read More
Was it coincidental that I wrote the introduction to the Chicken Soup for the Indian Woman's Soul on the eve of Woman's Day? As I wrote it many years ago, I recalled women who have triumphed in big and small ways ...Read More
The needle point of pain
is fire and ice
it's the knowing
and the not knowing
the near
and the far
presence
and absence
the found
and the lost
A pain
both old
and young
that knows
how to smile at itself
and be petulant.
It is home
in the cozy grooves
of the heart.
And then suddenly
it melts
into ...Read More
When the soul remains shrouded
In the dead silence of a few past days,
When the heart lies curled up
Too heavy to move;
When the sky remains overcast
With smoking clouds of pain and agony
When words lose their meaning
And protests their fire;
When things remain
As ...Read More
I started jotting down my prayers in a journal sometime in early July this year. I was intrigued by the maid Aibileen in The Help who wrote down all her prayers in a prayer book. Everyone thought her prayers worked. I ...Read More
Undo each moment till the closure.
The memory of his hand in yours.
Undo every memory you shaped.
Every dream in your mind that you taped.
Undo the ‘I will be here forever’
Because there is no everafter.
Undo the want to be his. The ...Read More
It was a pleasant morning as I walked out of my parents’ home after a hearty breakfast; all excited to meet one of my favourite people – my dance teacher, who we always fondly addressed as Aunty. Little did I ...Read More
The sun had begun to set on the horizon. Chanda’s frail arms could no longer carry the weight of Bablu. Cold and tired, she put him down on the cobbled pavement. The old mansion looked deserted. Chanda and her brothers ...Read More
You went in what they call 'an unnatural way'. They usually mean a murder, suicide or an accident. They mean you died young. Suddenly, even 40 is young when you are dead. If you're alive, though, it is the opposite.
You ...Read More
I am walking on the rain soaked earth,
drizzling clouds falling upon me,
all I feel, are your last words digging through,
My feet walking me into the moisture laden air,
While the heart is on its way into the past ,
losing itself to ...Read More
