A world of words, stories and reflections
It is 1 a.m and sleep eludes me. I haven't slept properly for three whole nights and today I get a chance but I am wide awake. It is raining heavily. It is my kind of weather. Of course it is winter rain so I can't get drenched even though I want to. The mist... Continue Reading →
Siempre I came across this word Siempre while watching Spielberg’s The Westside Story (remake of the 1961 musical). I read this word before somewhere in a statement by the singer Madonna, the word remained though I did not delve deep to find its meaning. The word came up once again, this time in the movie... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Sometimes there is night with clear starry sky when clouds are at bay and the eyes try to figure out constellations from old grandma's stories. The breeze just can't remain still and slowly tiptoes around brushing past our skin. That is the night when the moon glows with a Cheshire Smile. Writers and poets are... Continue Reading →
Lockdown 2020 has seen nature heal and takeover spaces that we humans had encroached upon, What if the takeover happens in a part of your own home and that too in your happy space?
*weather The morning was hopeful of a nimbus pour. My very optimistic son confirmed if rain will come to town from Alexa. I am no more his weather man, but I still hold the reins to permission. I permitted him to get drenched in school if he gets a chance as long as the act... Continue Reading →
The very first scenery we create as a child irrespective of our art skills is usually one with pointy mountains and a half sun in the background. Whether the sun is rising or setting was not our concern but we had a horizon in mind. With years the moving ahead many of us played with... Continue Reading →
It is raining in Delhi NCR and perfect time to write. Alas my life as a recruiter disrupts by being as a writer. Yet, some time to steal from all the essentials for all the things worth living for. "And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry,... Continue Reading →
blushed clouds strokes of pink passions perfected invisible ink subtle silent passes the day purple rage fiery foreplay fall in arms intertwined souls a whisper a sigh as the night calms...
Through The Coloured Glass 