
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 […] Read More
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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 […] 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 peekaboo’s behind the green leaves Dew dries off, as he picks twigs of greens Thick […] 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 various varied pairs I possess. Pink, grey, golden, silver, maroon, green, red, and of all […] 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 highly animated. The bride and groom are lost in transition, parents are busy during the […] Read More
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 […] Read More
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 […] Read More
I have always been a “dreamy eyed, star gazing, lost in my own thoughts” sort of a woman. Often laughable, largely misunderstood, many a times lovable, aligned with very few. When it rains, I stare at the small fountains formed […] Read More
Indian monsoon is a very peculiar season. Either it is despised, or it is loved. The constant pitter-patter of rains disrupts the day-to-day living, whilst the wet but fresh air stirs the love within our soul. My aunt, Nupur, soaked […] Read More
As the monsoons pave way for the onset of winters, Ganga recedes to her territory, leaving behind mud laden streets, paint peeled temples and marshy river beds. As the skies clear off, and the priests foresee no rains, the season […] Read More
This post was long due. I am late in reminiscing the year that just went by. I wanted to write this post for Blogadda #TalesOf2015. I didn’t make it on time, but it doesn’t stop me from writing this post […] Read More