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Silver Surfer: We never get to go home!

We’re all stars, in our own galaxies. And at the heart of each star that now so brightly twinkles, is a passionate fire that’s feeding on it. The fire that burns, makes it a star. The fire that’s not going to let up until it consumes it completely. The star wants to show gratitude to the people it loves, but now all it can do from afar, is burn a little more and twinkle a bit brighter. Such is the life of every star. It burns, it shines; it cools, it dies.

The Still Life of Oranges

Sitting cross-legged, basking in the dappled sun, sunlight falling on, off leaves, spilling, splashing, us peeping out the balcony bars, teeth sunk into the tangy pulp of oranges, spitting out the small pips, smelling citrus and reading the book in front. Orange, the colour and the fruit. Scents and images often stir sensibilities and evokeContinue reading “The Still Life of Oranges”

खत, Chitthi: The lost “art” of letter writing

There was an entire emotive experience attached even to letter reading. The agonizing wait, the anticipation, the excitement and the satisfaction. The thrill of tearing the envelope open, pulling out the letter and carefully unfolding them, passing them from hand to hand, the tendency to peek and huddle while one read them aloud. The touch, the texture, the scent of paper and the ink used. The papery smell, at times musty and damp, at times dry and dusty, weather worn and bearing traces of their journey.

Nanima and the Endless Summers

When you are a child, there are days of endless summer, the slow summer of dreams. Same as the year before, same the year after. Familiar people, familiar places, abundance of warmth and love and laughter, endless run across the faraway fields, small fists and in them endless clumps of grass and stars. Then one morning you wake up and the lingering long summer ends, sudden and abrupt. You’ve grown up, the places are left far behind and the people you loved so dearly have suddenly grown old.

Something beautiful about the people I do not choose

There’s something beautiful about the people I do not chaseThe people who find meThe people I am not looking forThe people I let go, the people who stayThe people who think of meThe people I am unmindful ofThe people who like my companyThe people I do not make much time forThe people who have meContinue reading “Something beautiful about the people I do not choose”

Summer Mornings, the Days of Old and Old Spice

Crusty eyes that woke up to childhood summer mornings always had a lot to look forward to. Out the frosted window, wind and wishes, cheeping birds, a heart full of small fluttering desires, the setting moon, the breaking dawn, things to do, always the same, always full of surprises.

Wish You A Happy New Year

I would also be the one to tell you to disobey, to break pattern, to not conform, to go out in the rain and tap dance, be loud or quiet, the way you are, the way you like it. Build and break and fail, put together and take apart, draw horribly, write terribly, notes and poems and love letters, croon songs in bad pitch, dance the way I do (it’s really bad), put on some heels and step on some precious toes, make mistakes, a lot of them. There’s no one proper way to do it, nobody has it figured out. There’s just that kid in the playschool and all else is posturing.

A dog who wasn’t lost

For more than their dribbly eyes or droopy mouths I love dogs I love dogs, for more than their dog ears They are uncomplicated Yes, a bit conflicted But always uncomplicated They know how you feel Even if you don’t want them to You always get to know how they feel They let you knowContinue reading “A dog who wasn’t lost”

Addicted to Being Alone

As I begin writing this piece, I see two daring little songbirds, alight upon the rope outside my window, do a quick recee of what’s inside the room and then fly away. I wish I could identify and tell you, what those twittering tiny black birds were. But my knowledge in this regard is soContinue reading “Addicted to Being Alone”