malgudi days
she sat watching a film on tele, whose protagonist was a human of around the same age as her, a peer perhaps. the protagonist's mother, like her own mother....
from the parchment of rains...
I heard it rained in Mumbai last night.. write to me about the monsoons? I want to read your words slowly to absolve myself of the pain of the arid...
patrick melrose
People have their own poisons Melrose or Udaan, you choose? before you make a judgement, not all tormentors die or leave you so easily everyone is a culprit...
old city, new metro
There was a dust storm outside office and I was bang in the middle of it.. carrying a pile of books from office.. and a kilogram of litchis.. But the...
The Martyoshka that got away
A matryoshka doll left us today. No, she didn't die, neither did she just throw a tantrum, fight with her other four friends, stomp her foot on the ledge of...
//summer sun//litchis
One of my earliest memories of eating litchis is inside our first car. Bought literally at the turn of the millennium, a second-hand off-white zen that papa...
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....
