Based on a prompt from Women's Web, this story was written keeping Christina Rossetti's poem Goblin Market in mind. A tale of sisters in arms! ********************************** Sudha dipped her index finger in the pot and licked the kheer. “Perfect,” she thought. Wiping her hand with the end of her dupatta she turned to look at …
Homeward Bound
The happiest journeys are ironically homeward bound. There’s hurry in flight and a nervous spark. Like a million flitters of long-lost lovers, there’s hope for a tryst with the past. But those who return to the base are never the ones who flew off on another day. Their palms crisscrossed with lines of fate …
Lessons from Childhood
When less is more And happiness not just a mere bubble, Laughter is contagious And there’s wind beneath your wings. A dapple of sunlight is easy to gift, And those fist fights last no longer than a blink. When it's simple to forget Simpler to forgive Falling asleep happens within seconds. "Care-less" is so fine …
Scraped
Last night You leave me hurt, bruised. My soul where you pricked last time, scraped once again. The gash deeper deeper deeper. This morning you bring the balm to soothe my arm. But the soul is scraped deeper deeper deeper. The balm fruitless. But you insist and cuddle the wound. It looks cured. Looks... The …
Every Woman is Me
This poem was composed in the year 2013, after the unethical killing of Sushmita Banerjee, the inhuman rape and murder of Nirbhaya and the ruthless body shaming of Marion Bartoli. The piece was written to show solidarity with women world over and to lend my voice for the greater cause of women rights. I had …
Marks or Farce
This article is the third one in a series that talks about the issues related to the examination system in the country. It first appeared in Keekli Newspaper and can be read here. In this piece I analyze the reasons behind granting high and perfect percentages and how their likely psychological and other disadvantages. With …
A Hundred Quills 