Moving And Being
I was moving. Life is what’s falling short of perfection. The rest is just aspiration. Every second I was one kind word away from tears.
Home & Identity
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
Eyes Wide Open
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?
Early Disappointment
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…
Urban Loneliness
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…
An Indian Wish for 2005
I wish us all the best lessons of my country.
I Beg To Forget Today
Galatea of the spheres – Salvador Dali We were strolling down the road when a man stopped us. All he wanted was ‘pachaas paisa’. How many of us remember what pachaas paisa is worth? He was wearing a clean albeit torn white shirt, trousers and spectacles. Quite stoically he put…