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
Category: Reminiscences
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
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More