I distinctly remember that day. A rush of adrenaline gave me the courage to do something I had never seen myself doing, ever. My ego most often ruled over me. With a virgin mojito each. You and I sat looking through pictures, at our ‘adda'(place). I can’t remember what we spoke about because my mind […]Read More Love is not always enough.
If your trip to Gujarat is short you should either make it to little rann of Kutch or the white rann. I could only make it to the Little rann and it was a trip to remember! We were travelling from Ahmedabad which is in the same state, so it was about 5 hours away […]Read More Travel – Little Rann of Kutch
That Place. Everyone has a place that’s close to them on an intimate level. Some sort of go-to place. Knowingly or unknowingly we keep finding ourselves back there, in that place. To some, this may be their Happy place. Mine is more like a place where my mind turns blank. I’ve experienced a rush of […]Read More That Place.
Dear Me at 16, Mom freaked out on seeing that neighbor boy talk to you. Later that day, Dad freaked out too (How could you have a male friend? OMG). They eventually accept that you have friends who are boys. It takes them two years but they’re cool, now. Dad offers beer to my guy […]Read More Dear 16-year-old Me.
“Aunty, the ball fell in your garden.” This girl said, knocking on my gate this evening. I had gone outdoors with a mug of tea and a book to read. But their game had gotten interesting and soon enough, I was engrossed. I saw so much of myself in her. I was this little girl […]Read More I see myself in Her.
As freshers, We entered office, scared and new. Sir took us to his window and showed us the view. . “You’ve signed up for this.” He said with pride. Handing us over, to be tested and tried. . ‘Lab rats’ we were, the first batch of TOSA. Spent three semesters trying to take part in […]Read More Lab Rats
Never before did she take off on a road trip on her own. Afraid of losing her way and of the highway. Riding just a little above economy was enough to give her butterflies. Here She is now, off on her bike all alone. Hits the highway at 100 and does not feel a thing. […]Read More Grown up or Gone numb?
Look at what you’ve done, Taken her sanity like it was your own. Watching the fire You started, Smother it till it dies, Slowly and then all at once. You let out a smile, your bait. Like She was a kill to display on your wall. Bloody proud of the Wreck You created of an […]Read More The wreck You left behind.
The first time you returned home, you felt relief. Happiness. Protected. You wanted to make the best use of those seven days that you were home for. When things got rough away from home, you wanted to run home to your comfort zone. Once you were there, everything seemed right, in place, and you didn’t want anything to […]Read More Homecoming or Vacation from Home?
‘A puzzle of six, missing a face’. Each playing their part to cover up that space. . He, with the beard and the infectious smile, Can bring her to sing with him whilst driving a mile. . He, with the Phineas head, dressed in white, Can converse his way into setting her swings right. . […]Read More A puzzle of Six