Mumbai

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Weird Weather Day

It rained this morning. In Mumbai it only rains between June and September. Deadening, depressing, gloomy rain. But today was a cloudy, cloudy day when I left home. Dark clouds blotting out the over-hot sun that turns a Mumbai morning from morning-sun-pleasant to god-its-hot HOT. Dark clouds are supposed to…

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Hands

I saw this girl on a train. I couldn’t see anything of her, shrouded as she was in her traditional garb. But her hands caught my attention…they were so enticing. This then, is my ode to a stranger’s sensuality. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ To touch and feelHold..clasp….grab….clutchand smoothen Not for me, however.Sheathed and…


  The Old Mill
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The Old Mill

More intelligent minds than mineHave spokenEverything of consequence saidNow I speak my unimportant bit Never saw the sky this blueBroken shells hint at the ideaOf something that wasAnd has passedLike time whispering Footprints on sandJust before the tide washes inAren’t uglyNeither is the old mill. If you liked this post,…


  Solo
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Solo

The sins of an over-hectic schedule caught up with me this weekend. I’ve been working quite hard and partying rather hard too, for my metabolism. When you wake up on a weekday (and in these times, on a weekend too), there isn’t a minute to be wasted. So much to…