I love commercials. I hum jingles and quote taglines in conversations. The TV is on at full blast and the only time I yell “Don’t change the channel!” is when there’s a commercial on air. I hated school. I still do. I don’t reminisce about the good ol’ playground and…
For the men who’ve walked in and out of my lifeAnd trampled all over my heart and demonstrated just how tough it isFor the power struggles and conflictsAnd the reshaping of me that came from itFor the betrayals and insultsAnd the lessons I learnt from themFor the distances and wallsAnd…
A music lesson is also a conversation between a predator and his prey. Lolita writes a poem.
Srini in a Thai village In response to the post with the same pic on Srini’s blog It’s a long way to the end of the road My wheels turn on tirelesslyOn one side, the world as I know itCalls out to me enchanting in its various delightsAnd on the…
I’ve had my eyes wide open for too long. I’ve looked too much, seen too much, absorbed too much. The years brought focus. And now?
We got our first car when I was 5. My mother described it as an ‘off-white Fiat’ and proceeded to invite all the kids in the colony for a ride. I was disappointed though. Why? Because I wanted an autorickshaw. I figured dad could sit in driver’s seat and mum…
Just lying on my back
And watching thoughts stumble across my mind
I seem to have fallen into a habit of brooding. Am I just moody?
A sense of rootlessness assails meHere I am, two and a half decades old…and feeling every minute of itLiving charades every dayJuggling roles and discarding masks for newer onesDoing everything right, hoping there’ll be an answer at the end. Running, running, constantly runningTo keep up with this carnival I’m a…
Krishna said, “Whatever you do, do it as an offering to me.”
I wish us all the best lessons of my country.