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: Thoughts
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
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
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
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
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
I adorn your jersey, your cap, your band In your win, together we spark I fly high whilst you make me stand On mountain […] 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