Dear Readers, It's not always that a poem sits at the tip of your tongue. A poem, more often than not, takes its sweet time to come to you. Even when it forms like perfection in your mind, it turns into jelly when you want to want to put the words down. This is what …
A Conflict of Words
Dear Readers, As poets and writers, we choose some words and leave out others. Do we/should we share the burdens of the world, bring out the uglies, speak up for what is right? While opinions vary on this and we go our own ways, follow our own convictions, I think we often find it a …
Morning Walk: Poetic Adventure 13
Dear Readers, The world is precarious. Every day, rain washes its roads, so I must tread carefully. That doesn’t mean I won’t slip, because life involves other people. And we’re only human, correct? It doesn't mean I have to stop walking, either. It just implies I should be more careful lest I hurt myself. It’s …
How to Grow Happiness
Dear Readers, The more I grow in years, the more I feel the desire to live anonymously. Which is strange, considering the choices I have made that wouldn't allow me to disappear into anonymity. I think when life unfurls untold and unseen, it brings along a joy that all of the world's humdrum cannot dismiss. …
Now-Working-Mom
Dear Readers, It’s been a long time! Kolkata has been drenched ever since we landed here more than a month ago. Setting up the house all over again is an uphill task. It’s building again—friendships, garden, walking routes, favourite grocery shop and a reliable house help. Also, some precious things that break in transit. It’s …
Abundance
Dear Readers, It’s been a long absence from the blog. I relocated, lock, stock, and barrel, and it’s always challenging. Moving, whether to a new city or country, is hard because of the emotional burden we carry—the people we leave behind, moments, a nook that’s held us on our loneliest days and the roads we’ve …
A Hundred Quills 