The first monsoon showers were playing hide and seek with us. While that often gave us brilliantly clear skies for sightseeing, it also meant scorching heat and dollops of sweat. We were advised to steer clear of the afternoon Sun. But when the road lands you in Datia at 1PM, you cannot miss seeing it!Continue reading “Into The Heartland! (2)”
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Wrinkles.
As my breathing turned laborious with every tick of the smallest hand on the clock, the touch of the metal felt colder against my burning toes. I had wound up in a hospital bed after 87 rounds around the Sun, give or take a few, depending upon my father’s memory. I tried to move myContinue reading “Wrinkles.”
Skin.
Firm or lined, or just sallow, that weird shade of yellow, Bruised from the workouts or battered and broken from your handouts, Patchy, shaded, hairy or tanned enough to never detan, Red, brown, black, pimpled, acned, wrinkled, or just glowing from the baby inside. Looking them down, All my life I’ve lived proud, In aContinue reading “Skin.”
No, she said.
Demure, quiet, she kept to herself as she walked down the road of life. Wary, alert, carefully she kept her distance from people. She hurried if she felt people approaching. She hastened her steps when men asked her questions, quickening her pace, mouthing the same word over and over again, “No.” She walked on tooContinue reading “No, she said.”
Calcutta Calling!
Oh, Calcutta. You beauty. The moment I stepped out of the airplane, the air came down on me warm and heavy! My body knew it was in Calcutta before my brain could even decode the neural transmissions. I can feel dampness in my breath. My hair feels sticky all over. And my jeans feel likeContinue reading “Calcutta Calling!”
Open Up The Spaces.
There I was, sitting on the topmost stair of the spectators’ gallery of a playground, writing, when a soccer ball landed with a thud right on my foot. I was taken by surprise and flooded with a flurry of apologies. I wasn’t hurt, no. But I roused concern among the boys. But why only theContinue reading “Open Up The Spaces.”
Them.
While I sleep, the world around me is awake. Not today though. I am awake too. But only in the body, not in the mind. But then was I ever? These people, the ones out here – they know something I don’t. They look at me and exchange glances. They stare me down. I look away.Continue reading “Them.”
Boots.
She trudged along the gravelled path, Far from home, lost in the rush of the world, Her boots worn, her back stooped, The winds, cold and brazen, cut across, The skin on her face drooped. Her eyes stung with tears, That refused to fall out, She shut them close, Wanting to push theContinue reading “Boots.”
My happy place.
The Internet, as we all know it, can be a vicious place to be. If you still don’t know it, well, you haven’t explored enough. Right from seeking gratification to fake news, keeping up with TikTok videos and the latest record-breaking egg, medical remedies to tips on how to build your own rocket, you willContinue reading “My happy place.”
Constant Vigilance.
Cobra. Bodyguard. Impower. Bullet. What are these, you wonder? Brand names of pepper spray. Why do I know, you ask? Because New Years’ Eve happened. Unlike so many others in Bangalore, I wrapped up work at 5 PM on NYE to head home! Yes, I wanted to stay indoors while the rest of cityContinue reading “Constant Vigilance.”
Inking The Thinking. 