The Return Of Spring – A Haibun

The onset of spring is a big celebration in India. Being from the hills, I have seen this celebration marked over my childhood years and at the age of forty, spring is the time for me to come out of hibernation. Over the years I have believed that I am the evolved version of a...

Skeletons of the Past

I have lived my life in phases. Of course, the writing phase never went out of style but I have had my share of quirky phases (continue to do so in a controlled environment) and I was never embarrassed to carry them along.I have had my ink blue nail paint phase, my kolhapuri chappal phase,...

Craving

The craving for love is one like the stomach has. You yearn for chocolate or dessert or something spicy but there is always this much you can have. You won't crave chocolate every day, you will crave for ice-cream on somedays or some spicy lasagne, sometimes it will be beer. Craving is natural but what...

Aipan – A Journey Back In Time

It makes me nostalgic. Little things that happened around me, that I imbibed into my being just like that. Like many of us who Are trying to keep a little bit of what they left behind. Traditions, not rigid rituals. Memories not compulsion. Festivals often bring back the yearning to go back into time. One...

Gandhism – The Irony Of India

Gandhi…A word that brings a variety of emotions within every Indian. A word that gives most of us a moment of pride every time it is mentioned; a word that outshines all those reasons that tarnish the image of India in the current scenario. Many people may not agree with some of his decisions or...

Mindful Mornings

We are all characters fallen out of our story trying to live someone else's life. We are all readers of someone else's story trying to edit, judge or seek end for others while procrastinating over our own. Life is short they say; is it?Often we forgive and forget not because of our large heartedness, but...

Flight

Flying into the cloudsWith wings spread wideA gust of stormUndeterred prideSome words I singSome words I writeOne day I will touch the skyOne day I will take flight. P.S - There is a rogue pigeon visiting my balcony and it is quite unwelcome as it deliberately destroys my plants. It doesn't eat them but plucks...

The Last Pages of a Class Notebook

I had this supposedly bad habit of doodling or scribbling on the last page of the notebook during class. By middle school I was sitting in the middle benches and by high school I was a back bencher but my academic prowess did not match my choice of seat. The reason I chose the last...

The Last Pages of A Class Notebook

Scattered Thunderstorms…

... Says the weather report. Sounds like life on the daily front. A little bit of this and a little bit of that and at the end all is just a downpour. Rains are like life. They are pleasantly simple to happen if you read the water cycle in grade 4 science text book but...