words or experiences
I've been reading and writing (a bit) and wondering how memory works. As a child I had weird habits with words, one of them being writing all the new words I...
at 27, such a nostalgist
soft curls, eyes half lined with kajal, not kohl. kajal from a small coin sized dibbi, you had to really be willing to apply kajal those days to smear the...
almost lost this text
tap tap tap this song, that video and in the midst of it all, the laptop conked off. I sit here with a borrowed one. An extra one. Key these words, after...
a summer wishlist
langourdandelion on the roadsideshades from the suni wish i could eat waterwater melonsmusk melonswater melon juicewater melon popsicleswater melon cubescut...
birdy
always hungry fro conversationthe lady sits with a smile on her lipsa glint of joy in her eyesthe lips never pursed, the joy seldom cursedconstant...
day knot
a white pigeon fluttering alonethe April sunny summer hovering on its feathersit breaks the way around,mucking in the tree branches,looking for a trace, a...
nostalghia
a colleague smells of the perfume you had gifted meyou had given me three bottles of thosetransparent bottles with a hint of violet in the liquidthey smelled...
curls
the peacocks cry at this hour outside, i am reminded of a noon dreama noon dream in which a boy took umbrage in his lover's absence and shared himself with...
on watching The Lunchbox 🔁
and The Lunchbox watching me as I'm quietly mesmerized, even seduced, by it each time
`slow `ephemeral `burn
memory is such a fickle twit. i go back to the time when i had sat with my uncles and aunts on a platform at the charbagh railway station and waited for god...
madubala ~k a L
a child born to a family shorn of its love. a child born in february to a mother who was not prepared to birth her. a child whose mother's middle name is...
tincture 💫✨
[05:51, 1/30/2018] +91 0: “Detachment,” writes May Sarton, “must be cultivated against the longing to be perfectly open and receptive.”[06:33, 1/30/2018] +91...
rem
In this context, here's a dream from the night I read the critical commentary, note the "commentary" and not the text, of Dario Fo's play, Accidental Death...
busybazar
A banjaran sits in one corner of the bazar with her three children. Her head half covered with her pallu, she darts looks at everyone who passes by her....
a twig in the hair
they say "you're going home, are you excited?" i smile, nod, even utter a word here and there. but my mind, unable to comprehend the bizzareness of this...
tulsi
". I want to be left alone to my devices. I want to stare at the moths that come and go through the door. I want to put my legs against the wall and scratch...
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A room, another seasonA house, another countryA city, my ambitionThat city, your home
solitaire seventies sane-love
this small poemthat i write here sitting from office in Delhi, reading these words rising out like embers from a near-dead firewhat do i say to you,i a...
the solitary weeper
ruefully mulling over the loss of some clog that morning in the corner keeping to itself, the flow continues collecting shadows and reflections a bird...
2009, kashyap and ors.
I remember watching Dev.D in Wave cinemas Lucknow exactly five days after I'd turned 18. It was a good movie month/couple of months. On my birthday I had...
