Dearest Reader, It’s supposed to be spring, but here in Jodhpur, it feels more like early summer. As I walk to the lake every evening, I chase the setting sun and watch the sky slowly burning. The sultry orange is breathtaking. All winter and even now, I’ve been trying to capture the colours from different …
Under the Pink Shade of the Bougainvillea
Dear Readers, I write to you from the Delhi bound Sarai Rohilla Express. As I leave behind fields and acacias and hazy white skies at a mile a minute, I cannot help but think of the subliminal message this travel conveys about the past one year. Let me take you through it. Did Covid turn …
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Listening to Stillness
Dear Reader, Winter is upon us. Literally. The lizards in my house have disappeared and there are no more mosquitoes that need swatting. They tell me that winter is the perfect time to shed busyness, to put it on hold. When we return, the world will be right there, I'm sure, hardly having missed us. …
Inspiration by the Lakeside
Hello, As I sit to write a post after a long gap, I know that in blogging spaces absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Well, I can only hope it does! The rain finally decided to call it quits after three long days in Jodhpur, and so I walked to my favourite place this …
Small Talk
[ Dear reader, do you have an opinion about the things that happen around you? Do you openly speak your mind? Or, is it that just like me, you'd like to say a lot but watching the sun go down or talking about the weather takes precedence?] I’ve spent the better part of the day …
Mountains & the Delhi Trees
I’ve been trying to get out early in the morning nowadays. The wee hours that I normally devoted to my writing are being spent roaming the streets of Delhi. Not that the city can boast of an early morning breeze but it’s enough that I can now afford to give the strident noise of the …
A Hundred Quills 