The First Rains
May 31, 2020
Category: memories
Mumbai’s Ghazal
August 15, 2018
Meticulous, fastidious, assiduous you plan,
My rains will still make you late tonight. … More Mumbai’s Ghazal
I Don’t Miss You Anymore
June 18, 2018
“I don’t miss you anymore”
Is something I repeat to myself
A mantra
Over and over
In hopes that I come to believe it someday. … More I Don’t Miss You Anymore
Of Photographs and Thoughts
April 2, 2017
Sometimes your heart gets heavy. It’s weighed down by all the demands of daily life. You stop for a moment, take a deep breath. I tend to look through old photographs when that happens. There’s just something about a moment captured in time. Seeing a particular hairstyle again can transport you back to a different … More Of Photographs and Thoughts
How Blue Is My Sapphire?
February 20, 2017
I’ve never been a crying person. I think I am like my mother in that aspect. Although we don’t have much in common, this one trait holds true for the both of us. This is the first thought that goes through my mind after I received the call from the doctor. “Come home” he said. … More How Blue Is My Sapphire?
A Story: One Word at a Time
November 16, 2016
Oceans. Waves. Rising. Crashing. Thoughts. Galaxies. Swirling. Chaos. Murky. Deep. Lost. Helpless. Flailing. Surrender. Guilt. Shame. Regret. Sadness. Fading. Grasping. Failing. Tears. Goodbyes. Memories. Cycles. Enter. Stay. Love. Exit. Remorse. Indifference. Blame. Acceptance. Release. Changes. Bittersweet. Floating. Flying. Falling. Reality. Party. Alone. Breathe. Laugh. Sing. Write. Hope. Despair. Light. Feel. Embrace. Life. Life. Life.
Friends: A Story Of Loss
October 30, 2016
Of late, I have been giving a lot of thought to friends-old and new-who come into our lives, make us wonder how we had ever lived without them, and then go away, leaving no trace behind. Some people whom we had promised to stay in touch with forever, end up as just another person on … More Friends: A Story Of Loss
Stuff I Wrote So I Wouldn’t Forget
March 16, 2016
One of the very first things I can remember is the first house we stayed in, and the sheet of asbestos that guarded the terrace, where a whole flock of pigeons stayed, whose voices we could hear each day, and whose fluttering of wings against their body was a perpetual sound if you could get close enough. … More Stuff I Wrote So I Wouldn’t Forget
Memories
January 17, 2016
Time, the cruel monster, picks at it, piece by piece, until you can no longer recognize it, and are afraid to look it in the eye, scared that it will change the way things used to be. … More Memories
The Lost Toy
November 23, 2015
I had a toy; a soldier in red Whose face was set in a frown. When told to put it away I said, “I just can’t seem to put it down.” I took him far away to sea, To show him the mighty waves. There I met a boy of three Who said his name … More The Lost Toy
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