For a very long time I believed that words have the ability to express everything… everything that we feel, see, touch and everything that we can sense. For a long time, I believed that words are the beginning of a solution, if not the solution itself. For a long time I prided myself in being […]
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Author: Roopal Kewalya
Mama Always Said…
My pancakes look like scrambled eggs And taste like butter jelly In the mirror, I look no better My face a hamburger and hair like vermicelli. Mama always said there would be days When things don’t go your usual way No panic, no fret, no tears would wash away The mess you made in the […]
The Birds Will Be Back
Have you seen the size of a crow lately? I have been observing crows for quite some time now and I have come to believe that they have been growing in size in the last few years. Every morning I find a crow flying straight to my kitchen window as I begin to cook. Yesterday […]
Still In Love With Mr India
My four-year-old eyes sparkled with wonder as I watched scene after scene unleash the magic of Mr India for the first time on the big screen. I watched it yesterday on television for the nth time and trust me, the magic has stayed alive. Who can forget Anil Kapoor as the ragged violinist with a […]
Speaking Walls…
She dragged the last suitcase inside the room and flopped on the couch. She heaved a sigh of relief, closed her eyes for a moment and dozed off. A creaking sound woke her and she opened her eyes, squinting at first, then wide as she realized she had left the main door ajar. She got up to shut it. […]