The office library has been extended, and brand new books have been placed upon bookshelves. What pulled me inside the library was a view of the lined up stack of the P. G. Wodehouse Omnibus. The communication about the extension had come across, somehow, my laziness kept me from visiting the place. There are books... Continue Reading →
Oblivion
She forgot to grow up and take the big decisions in life about mortgage, the inevitable haunt of love, and how much sugar she wants in her tea. She spent her time beading her fragmented thoughts into the minutes which turned into long necklaces of hours and her interrupted self. So, when the time came to decide where... Continue Reading →
White and Hot
From a very young age, I have been acquainted with anger. I wasn't an angry child. I have just seen anger up close. I wasn't an angry teenager, either. But yes, I was a very angry young adult. Now, that I am veering towards being a 'woman' (as I would like to think) I believe... Continue Reading →
Some Day
This morning, I finished re-reading Black Milk by Elif Shafak. The first time I read it was in February this year when I was vacationing in Kerala. Back then it took me 5 hours to finish it. This time I savoured it much longer. I have come to the conclusion that this is a book I... Continue Reading →
That’s What They Said
I have always maintained that people are fascinating. Of course, they're tedious and messy too, but only the ones whom you don't know. This post is about the things people in my life have said to me during conversations and for some reason or other they have stuck. Obviously, I will not leave their names in... Continue Reading →
Cutting it Loose
An awfully long, outstanding undertaking came to an end this morning. I did not heave a sigh of relief, but somewhere the brain registered that it was over. I could move on from the long waits, the impatience that springs from the endless waiting, and the consequent destruction of the peace of mind that comes from... Continue Reading →
What’s that word?
The word used to describe...when a person watches the day rise and the night fall not in silent paralysis, but as a matter of fact and yet not dismiss it. When someone goes through their daily routine with neither utter boredom nor overzealous attitude, but because they have been doing it and it's something to... Continue Reading →
Abundance
Sometimes I make my feeble attempts to paint the stories in words that some photographs engender in my mind. This poem is my exploration of an unknown story about an unknown girl. I saw her in a photograph by an exceedingly amazing photographer friend of mine. I would recommend seeing the photograph before reading the poem, because... Continue Reading →
Written this after seeing the following image on the Internet. Because even he needs to know he is special.
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