Previously, I have written about Mirza Ghalib when I had finished reading the book Mirza Ghalib: A Biographical Scenario by Gulzar. I read about his house and the lanes where he strolled. Here are a few pictures from the present day Ghalib Memorial at Ballimaran, Delhi. The nearest metro stop is Chawri Bazaar. "Garcha hai mulke Deccan... Continue Reading →
In My Veins
In the final episode of Castle - Season 4, a song plays in the background as Castle's daughter, Alex, talks about goodbyes on her graduation day. The song touched a chord in me (other than the obvious one) and I Googled it. The song is In My Veins by Andrew Belle. Although, it isn't one... Continue Reading →
That Beautiful Girl
When I feel something in great measure, I can't react to it. If I'm extremely happy I won't be able to jump and smile in glee and if I'm mourning a loss, you can't get me to cry. Anything in between the swing from euphoria to despair, I can manage to react to. I'm almost... Continue Reading →
Making it Worthwhile
I wrote this as a guest post for a friend quite some time ago on her blog, here. *** You don’t “take” a vacation. A vacation “takes” you where you need to be. So says me and my recent excursion to Delhi. In the travel-map of my mind, my vacations are not labelled by what... Continue Reading →
Spools of Thread
I have a hundred thoughts in my mind. A thousand, if you will. It's a shame I can't point one out from another. My mind that was once a neat room decked with colourful spools of threads. Threads of all kinds. Now, those spools of threads have fallen off their places, and have entangled in... Continue Reading →
The Week That Was
This week, in one word, has been draining. Draining. On Monday, the auto drivers were on strike, and I was rather happy. For the sole reason that there would be no traffic on the roads and commuting would be lesser of a pain in my back. (I have a back ache problem. And I'm not... Continue Reading →
Travelling at Night
A blanket with doodles of greying edifices, sleeping fields and dotted streetlights folds in several places where the roads meet and the streets part. The earth-a blanket when the night sky comes out to watch. I'm a tiny speck moving on the rough sketch when all is silent, everyone is asleep and I'm travelling. I... Continue Reading →
In The Sands of Rajasthan
Jet black silhouettes of trees, Against the dried inky canvas-the sky. A full moon shines in the left hand corner, And becomes the twinkle in your eye. Swiftly pass the black landscapes, And silence descends on them like dew. A million thoughts I weave into the sky, And create a black and white picture of... Continue Reading →
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