It was the beginning of a new session in school. Ms Abhilasha gathered her music notes, the ones that she had been using for nth years on end. Today was going to be the first class with III A. Her drill was set. She would write the lyrics on the board and ask the girls … Continue reading Just Being Honest
I read W.H. Davies in school. ‘What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.’ The poet, I thought, was clearly pointing out how vile and useless my life was because I had practically no time to ‘do nothing’! Who else, otherwise, would stand and just stare? How … Continue reading An IDLER’S Tale
This piece is a cheerful take on some chronic disorders. It is not meant to belittle struggles of those who choose to fight. It is simply meant to manifest a positive approach in dealing with certain ailments. My ‘hair’ tales aren’t new to the world. I have never shied away from admitting my long-standing relationship … Continue reading ‘Hair’ Today, Gone Tomorrow!
‘S’ inserted the key in the ignition and put the car on gear one. Slowly she proceeded out of the school gate. The rear-view mirror showed images of her three children (thirteen, eight and five) who she had just dropped to school after a ‘three-month-long’ vacation. It had been a holiday primarily marked by Capital … Continue reading Get Real Mommy
Dearest Mamma I write to you to talk of your untold and invisible loads, that I think, heavily weigh you down. Sometimes I wish I could carry them for you. In those moments I rush to give you a hug, but mostly I feel you are unwilling to pass them on to me. Maybe because … Continue reading Forever Young
There isn't enough salt in the curry Or, oh! It's just a little too much. You've put on a few kilos Or,oh! Lost a little too much. Isn't twenty-two early to marry Or, oh! Thirty-two is a little too much. The baby is coming very soon Or, oh! Still not planned? That's a little … Continue reading There isn’t ENOUGH Salt in the Curry…
My eyes drifted to the right and a not-so familiar face greeted me. Sitting behind the counter in a skull cap, was a young man who couldn’t have been more than thirty. “Fresh vegetables for sale. Why don’t you try these peas- straight from the farm?” “Really?” I said. “They do look nice…you are new … Continue reading Dhokha (Betrayal)