It is the season to lie low and enjoy a hot beverage with fritters, get romantic under an umbrella at a picnic spot, or sing on a swing under the trees. It is a reason to read and write poetry, as the showers from heaven wash away past seasons and renew the Earth’s soul. The … Continue reading Why complain?
I look inwards to see the baby up there, whom I miss so much. Then, I see two naughty pups watching my next move and think maybe she is already back with me. limited visionHow do I know if a soul rests in peace, is contemplating her return to the world in a fresh reincarnation, … Continue reading In Memoriam
Déjà vu strikes as I see the old man on my first visit to the city. I’m sure we’ve never met before, but he has been there forever in my fears of the future, in my tragic stories and in the history of pavements. I avert my eyes --till they catch sight of his tiny … Continue reading Deja Vu or Veja Du – a Braided Haibun
I miss Mom more than ever as I walk through Sakura-laden sidewalks. The extended cherry blossom season has brought in a fresh wave of tourists, and visitors in outfits from different countries liven up the landscape further. I stopped to see a girl child in a wheelchair. Her expression sharply contrasted with her mother’s morose … Continue reading Cheer
I always landed jobs through the entrance test/interview route and prided myself on being chosen on merit, till someone told me that’s not the right way to get selected. Good candidates are those referred by one or more executives because it shows that people in the industry think well of you. I stood for organisational … Continue reading Fated Encounters
Who were those characters with dated looks and an outdated fashion sense? Their feet with toes turned backwards tell me who they are. I politely request that they return to their graves. I wake up in a different era. Mornings are challenging with many tasks to execute before 9 am. It’s not the time to … Continue reading Circles
I have watched three generations and envy sisters who can be 4 am friends for each other at any stage in life. I don’t have a sister, so I made a feeble attempt to connect with a cousin. I had to beat a quick retreat as our mindsets did not match. She would keep reiterating … Continue reading Emotionally Secure
The Sun shines with greater intensity outside. My insides are churned by reading and writing Women’s Day posts. I feel compelled to reflect deeper on things I’ve already known, experienced and discussed? Does it give fresh insights? Words dance to the beat of March madness, and assume different forms on the screen, in the head … Continue reading Pink Sakuras
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
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
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