Where I Lay My Hands, Is Home
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
IdeART
Technicolour Prisms
The past is technicolour and we are the prisms that make it so.
Corn Chips
A rumination over corn chips while on a plane.
City | Fiction | Poetry | Relationships
#Ideastory: Play-acting
Let us drift on an ocean of ideas and call it conversationLet’s share an AHA! moment and mistake it for compatibilityLet us feel the camaraderie of fellow voyagers and call it love I will if you will. Shall we call it a date?
#Ideastory: Glasses
Love is blind, he says and falls asleep.So cliched, she thinksBut she takes off her glassesAnd snaps them in half. #ideastory View on Path
#Ideastory: Photographer
Five of us in this photograph, she says,I wonder where the rest are.Six, he thinks,I was behind the camera. But she’s already looked away.#ideastory View on Path
#Ideastory: Poetry
Poetry,comes rolling out of my pursed lips,like smoke curling under the door. Somebody’s going to get burnt soon.
City | Fiction | Pop Culture | Relationships
#Ideastory: Doll
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking. I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,PERFECT. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
Ideart: Mumbai Skyline On A Bottle
I painted the Mumbai skyline on an old pickle glass bottle.
#Ideastory: Your Secrets
Your secrets