I left work late but determined to use the remaining hours. The back of the cab was silent. I got to my to-call list, hitting deadends. I paused for those rare seconds in a Mumbai day when one thinks of absolutely nothing. Then I realised I was flying. Riding flyovers…
You look at me like I am that alternate love you had for a bit. I see an alternate life we almost had. Do we call it rue or regret both meaning the same, the first a poetic me, the second a gritty you? Neither. We both do nothing because both is a together thing….
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time, these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men.
Cliches, clichés. Cliches are the cliché of every woman’s life. Our worlds are constructed on set-in-stone clichés. Even transitions are clichéd, at specific times, in defined ways. You know what the biggest cliché of an empowered, modern woman’s life is? “Love yourself.” Nobody tells you how this is to happen,…
It’s a day for flying solo. For being alone. Vegging out, watching mindless TV and pausing to stare out of the window, unseeing into the unclear outside, fogged, smogged and clogged by rain and outsideness. Or for getting lost in a crowd. The storm in the center of a sea…
I know the sound of two hands clapping and sometimes I try to figure out the sound of one hand clapping (as the Zen koan goes). But recently I’ve discovered the sound of loneliness. What is the sound of loneliness? It isn’t silence.Some of us actively seek silence. Some of…
