My mother wore sarees for the most part. In the last couple of decades, the salwar kameez wriggled into her closet, becoming the preferred garb. In the last decade or so, she added trousers to her wardrobe and sarees became occasional wear. She finds them inconvenient now. The irony is she did a lot more … Continue reading Six yards of memories
Sometimes the hills look like they've come closer to my balcony. Perhaps, they moved in the night when I was asleep. I like to think that there was a mystical time when mountains flew and trees walked. But that would have before man was born. The magic locked itself in as Pandora opened her box. … Continue reading Daydreaming
The post a day project didn't quite work and I'm relieved. The pressure to post something everyday turned the act of writing into a very contrived one. Rarely, do I wish to edit or change old stuff. I couldn't quite say the same for the posts put up lately. I suppose it's got to do … Continue reading On not writing
The school bus comes early, carrying children with sleepy eyes and silent tongues. Somehow, little K and I scramble to make it to the stop just in time. I high five the air in my head as I stroll back home, taking the long way back. As I watch my feet taking slow steps, I … Continue reading 24- The sweeper’s song
One thousand pieces to join One thousand to scatter Puzzle or Mind?
Little spots of brilliance on an inky sky smiling at the moon from time before my time They whisper stories far and old of Gods and demons and heroes flawed Secret tales for those who seek... ... Dawn comes the stories fade
There's something very gratifying about physical labour. The delicious feeling of comfort as you lay down and straighten those legs at day's end. A cotton mattress thrown on the floor serves as an indulgence as sleep steals over my eyes... There's a little getaway place we have, tucked away at an hour's drive from home. … Continue reading 29- Labour of Love