Some people live their lives clinging on to their past. The moments they remember, smile to and wish to relive. That is me. Clinging to […] Read More
Category: Reminiscences
Die I must today This, the sculptor, does say, every day, Chisel and hammer, the shed, the stone Wait for him, whilst he lies lone. […] Read More
Amongst the zillions of writings about youMy words are simple, small but trueI pour my heart out to theeMy city, my Jaan, my Dilli! I […] Read More
What does my country mean to thee? If it’s not camels, carousels and cacophony What is India if not the hullabaloo Her identity lies in […] Read More
Bright red scarf and an orange hat Soft wrinkles, her lipstick’s red matte, Crunching the leaves under her bicycle wheel There she flies, without her […] Read More
Amidst the barren, broken and yellow earthLies an arid dream, dirty white at birth,Somewhere in the crevices, covered by crustBlinking, hiding, fighting the dust. He […] Read More
I did not miss India this summer. Delhi heat, dust-laden winds and dry grass made me believe I am not alien in this country. I […] Read More
Never would I have known the power of language, had I not moved to Sweden. Sweden is one of the most picturesque countries in the […] Read More
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 […] Read More
Grateful for the rose bush tucked away unseen, As spring unfurls, my hopeful eyes see some green, One little rose bud plays peekaboo, […] Read More