
Yesterday, I started reading the wonderful book by Murakami – “What I talk about when I talk about running”. I had picked the book in haste from the neighboring bookstore, while my son was busy selecting posters of […] Read More
Poems. Reminiscences. More.
Yesterday, I started reading the wonderful book by Murakami – “What I talk about when I talk about running”. I had picked the book in haste from the neighboring bookstore, while my son was busy selecting posters of […] Read More
As I write this, somewhere in the world, a few thousand kilometers away, a young boy is half buried deep in rubble. His body is covered with dust and cement. He is not sure whether his body below the waist […] Read More
Unravel, unleash, untangle the utopia within The green peepel leaf, when it lets the rain drop slip off and drip the clay pot is now full of water, The utopia within The little boy to mesmerized, listens to […] Read More
For these toothless smiles And the precious little heart For those twinkling eyes We will give it a start We will bake a cake Whisk the ingredients till they fluff Stir out the hidden human Sprinkle with a dash […] Read More
I am dark, yes, I am I am fat, yes, I am I am unattractive, yes I am But I am human, yes I am My knee hurts, yes it does My back aches, yes it does My […] Read More
It should not come as a surprise, if you ask an Indian, which race he belongs to, and he doesn’t know. He will tell you his caste instead. Or better still, their statehood (Delhite, Bihari, Kashmiri). Some of the respondents […] Read More
This year’s A-to-Z challenge posts have a special place in my heart. Inspired by Lizzy Rogers who blogs at Considerings and Yvonne Spence, #1000speak initiative, I have written all these posts from my heart (no brain involved). I penned what […] Read More
Penchant for beauty Praises of Lord Pouring rains, Playing a chord Poem is born Plot reads Pretty girls around Poppies and paddy fields Plough the field Plant the seeds Pure at heart, they Pray for greens Panic strikes Prayers didn’t […] Read More
A blog series on “Compassion” is incomplete without a hail to the healing touch of doctors and nurses. I sometimes wonder, why the sick are called “patient”? Isn’t it be a namer given to the doctors treating them? The patience […] Read More
When Rosa Parks refused to give her seat to the white passengers, not even in her faint dream did she know that a simple “NO” would trigger a revolution. Her act of defiance, and the following Montgomery Bus Boycott are […] Read More