Humid minds

I grew up in the highly humid city of Bombay, or Mumbai, as it is known now. The stickiness on the skin was not welcome, and I can’t recall how we survived without air conditioners in childhood. But being on the seashore was always a pleasure. Later, I returned to the city for two spells … Continue reading Humid minds

Cosying Up

As a local writers’ group member, I have the pleasure of frequenting a unique coffee joint known as Pagdandi Café. 'Pagdandi 'translates to 'pathway' in Hindi, a fitting description for this charming establishment. Pagdandi Café is a delightful blend of a bookshop and a coffee shop. Strategically placed at right angles to create an inviting … Continue reading Cosying Up

What makes the world go round

pausein thoughtsilence rulesall chaos undone;Chase it again for momentumDiscomfort with mental stillness makes the world go round Sunday Confessionals - On the Curve of the Golden Ratio

Burning Haibun

I hear the whispers from a moonlit terrace party but cannot fathom what they are discussing. Young and old all dance the night out to welcome the New Year. I change the calendar but do not foresee changed schedules and a hidden agenda. They have imposed new rules, but everyone is silent about the lurking … Continue reading Burning Haibun