Walking In The Rain

A, It rained really hard today, the way it did when we were together. That was the last time I got wet in the rain. I did it again today, it made me smile, it made me sing, it made me happy. Our relationship has always been complicated, no one knows what it was, I …

If you do not mourn

They say you die everyday, if yo do not mourn those who have gone away That with every one who leaves you, a part of you is also gone, That you lend some of your soul to the dead if you do not mourn; They say you begin to lose your hopes, happiness and joy …

Breakfast by the Bay

Four tiny vadas, and one sticky, steaming hot idli, eaten at a stall, sitting on a narrow bench that had turned black with dirt and grime, with just a few street kids playing across the road, and the family of three -- mother, father, son, -- taking turns at the stove, the tap, and the …

Tis’ the season.. Missing The Good Old Greeting Card..

December means different things to different people. For some, it is the time to celebrate the year gone by and look forward to a new beginning. For others, it is the time to introspect, to look back with fondness — or regret — to long for the time lost. And to some, like me, it …

Solitary Reaper

It is two 'o clock at night and I am not sleepy. Perhaps because in the last one year, I have hardly slept before dawn. I have been reading, I have been writing, I have been working hard, sometimes all through the night. And after a hard night, sleep does not take long to come …

Walking in The Rain..

There was a time when I wrote more fiction than travel, when I wrote little poems on the back of diaries, when I day dreamt all day and wrote all night. This story is one such. Written on an impulse on a rainy day. Even through its raw, it still remains my favorite. _________________________________________________________________________________________ A, …

Of Loss, RD, and Gulzar

They say you leave a little bit of yourself with everyone you have loved -- and lost. No wonder then that we eventually remain just a skeleton of who we once were: when you give away parts of your heart, soul, mind, and sometimes even body away skeletons are the only things that remain, isn't …

Of Mr. Bond and I, on His Birthday.

This is one of my earliest pieces of writing. I had written it only for myself on my now redundant blog. Putting it here for his birthday. The last few days were tough, there were thick clouds of uncertainty, darkness of despair and gloom of loneliness. The feeling enveloped me soon after a fairly good …