My dear T

by Arpita // 17th June 2017 // 9 Comments

My dear T, do not worry, You’re dis-balanced, disarray, do not feel sorry, You’re teary eyed, walk muddy feet and bruised your knee, I have wiped them all, can you see? Thousand of words you can not say, But... Continue reading →

I am grateful #FridayReflections

by Arpita // 17th February 2017 // Comments off

Grateful for the rose bush tucked away unseen, As spring unfurls, my hopeful eyes see some green, One little rose bud plays peekaboo, To the winter I bid adieu. Grateful for the beats the drummers play, The peppy... Continue reading →

Gratifying visit to a safe haven – Wokingham Library

by Arpita // 30th December 2016 // Comments off

We walk through winter mist and wet slippery streets of Wokingham this afternoon, V and I, chatting about cars, their makes and popularity, The topic inversely proportional to the dreamy weather and my relaxed state of mind. But as usual,... Continue reading →

Independent we are – Tricolour and me

by Arpita // 14th August 2016 // Comments off

I adorn your jersey, your cap, your band In your win, together we spark I fly high whilst you make me stand On mountain peaks, borders and park I am the tricolour, I make you proud Salute me, bow... Continue reading →

I Pledge, I promise

by Arpita // 7th August 2016 // Comments off

Limp whilst I walk, tears whilst I sleep Swollen nerves, sore feet, Pain is ever so deep, Knees wobble, limbs are weak Tummy rumbles, signals it’s bleak, Greys and wrinkles, eyes barely see Perpetual thought, is that me? As I... Continue reading →

Dreams and wishes are here to stay

by Arpita // 6th August 2016 // Comments off

Plush blue carpet, teak wood floor Clear glass windows, little white door Creamish peach couch, red cushions Tea, cakes and tinge of magical infusion Sunshine peekaboo’s behind the green leaves Dew dries off, as he picks twigs of greens Thick... Continue reading →

Tiny,shiny shoes and giant pair of feet

by Arpita // 5th August 2016 // Comments off

It was my friend’s baby shower. I wore a pale pink saree and light makeup. Reaching for the shoe rack, I started digging in the various varied pairs I possess. Pink, grey, golden, silver, maroon, green, red, and of all... Continue reading →

Curious case of arranged marriages – Caught red-handed

by Arpita // 4th August 2016 // Comments off

Indian weddings are a celebration. In most of the cases, this lifetime event is characterized by grandeur, pompousness, high decibel levels, extremely musical, peppy and highly animated. The bride and groom are lost in transition, parents are busy during the... Continue reading →

Fragile Lives

by Arpita // 2nd August 2016 // Comments off

Her heart is neither pure nor strong Her thoughts are neither right nor wrong She’s timid and scared, but survives Fragile lives.. She is old, weak and falling apart But sails still on the sinking yatch She can’t swim, there’s no... Continue reading →

What you don’t know about Sweden – Two life’s lessons

by Arpita // 2nd August 2016 // Comments off

When I first got to know that we have to move to Sweden as expats, I opened up the map to check the coordinates. It was a difficult decision for us as a family with an infant. Nevertheless, we did... Continue reading →