She rings the doorbell, one hand balancing a big tokri of vessels and a shoulder weighed down by cast off clothes. “Get those old clothes we sorted,” shouts Ma as she chats up the woman. She’s dressed like the sun. Bright yellow dupatta sprinkled with orange spots. The blouse and skirt like the blue sky; […]
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The Final Goodbye
To whom it may concern.. And to whomever it may not. There was a nest outside my window above a flower pot. And in this nest, there was a .. proud and happy sparrow. Who preened and sang and flew but its song seemed slightly hollow. And then one day another came.. With a branch clasped […]
Kismet
Read MoreBambaiya II: Postman Chacha
He was among the very few who kept khadi living in his uniform, and carried a jhola brimming with emotions and messages, from across miles and miles. Postman chacha, I’ve seen him grow since I was a baby; his hair going from black to a pepper spray. I got my Tobu cycle. Then a BSA […]
Bambaiya I: The Safety Pin
The Mumbai trains are like a country within a country. Most people who use it to commute call it a “life-line” that takes them to work so that they can provide for their families. Every person who uses it has a new story to tell each day and with nearly seven million people travelling on a daily basis, all one can do is listen and marvel…
Nine Lives
This poem underscores the lives led by many a woman in India. Many traditions believe that cats lead nine lives. And the title is an analogy to the fact that cats survive life threatening situations in a very natural manner. Just like it’s a way of life for these women too… Nine Lives As tender […]
Into the Next Dawn
What a nice day, no, it’s a super one! Can’t believe my luck, what’s going on? I feel so happy, can’t stop smiling! I feel so good, it’s simply nauseating. I am not hurting, I have no need, Of a shoulder to cry on, ears to pay heed. I pick up the pieces, find another, […]
Alive on Stage
Piece together the pieces of a scattered mind Make a scented paste of the bump and grind A play, a performance, a story played out An emotion whispered with a gentle pout. The sweat must not smell and the hurt must not show But Feelings must reach all the way back to the last row […]
Bombaiyaa
Even after leaving the city for nearly eight years, my life in Mumbai has left an indelible mark on everything I think, say, or do. Here is a series of free form poems titled “Bombaiyaa” that reflect life in Bombay, that tell a true story about how some things were, how some things still are… […]