Lucknow: A home that no longer is

The one thing that amuses and comforts me in equal measure in Lucknow is the language. The हम and the आप, the lilt and the singsong; the subtle goading and the open dismissal all done with love and brotherhood. I wonder if I spoke like this too (some people say I still speak like that) …

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 …

The Road Not Taken

A piece written 5 years ago, when I was only just finding my feet. Sharing it for in these 5 years, writing has become a part of life, and yes, I the dreams have come true too.