empty chair I sit next to for company your presence no more a happy cacophony time tells, they say I wonder I hear it right camouflaged by deafening silence is a scream to free me from this labyrinth of lonely My existence is bleak (un)living with you…
“Who sends inland letters in today’s time?” I asked the drenched postman standing at my door. The poor man smiled at my amusement. He deserved a tip, after-all he was working while I was staying at home. It was a heavy downpour. The city had come to a halt. The main drain of Gurugram overflowed… Read More Baba
The sky is dark. The thick cover of nimbostratus is both the cause and witness to the raindrops hanging on my balcony’s railing. It must have rained at twilight. The remaining droplets are still floating in the air. Dawn couldn’t mark its presence as the nimbus seems to be stubborn today. The chants from a… Read More A Fresh Start
I keep losing words then I can’t find them And when many-many days pass I stumble over a letter or two. I pick them up and wonder if the letters will spell again and bring the poetry out that once revelled in my brain. I keep losing words to time And call it a busy… Read More Loss of Words
I prefer silence in the morning. It is necessary if you want to hear the morning sounds. In between the whirring fan and the clickety-clack of the laptop keys while I type, there is a silence where all the morning sounds echo. The peacock calls out loud to its mate. There is chirping of birds.… Read More The Silence of Morning
Nothing bothered them, neither the fact that they were in a public place, nor that their dresses will lose the perfect iron sheen, and not even that it can injure them. They jumped around in the moving train while their mother was busy on the phone. The two girls not more than eight years in… Read More Holding on the Monkey Bar
Most of us start doing in life what we actually want to do after a long tryst with society’s definition of success. We try to fit in, stand out, work our asses off (please include home makers in the list too) and then finally when life gives us a kick on the butt. Some of… Read More Life Begins At Forty… Or Does It?