What would your teen self think of your current self?
The other day I was reading The Little Coffee Shop of KabulOne chapter described the blue mosque in Mazar-e-Sharif, Shrine of Hazrat Ali. Thousands of believers and tourists flock to the shrine, but...
View ArticleWhat we do is not who we are
Being alone does not mean being lonelyHaving peace does not mean being passivePlanning does not make one a control freakAnd neither weaving dreams a dreamerAloofness is not always a snubAnd style may...
View ArticleErasing Memories
I can't write you off the books yetOr weave you in my life storyYou are like that word that keeps reappearingSometimes completely out of contextMy vocabulary has absorbed youLike a term used dailyWas...
View ArticleThe Invisible People of Singapore
We spend our bonuses, they count their daily wagesWe see unwanted calories, they see much needed mealsWe reside in luxury, they build in the heatWe admire the green landscaping, they nourish the...
View ArticleWe simply are not that apart
Your white is my redMy white is your blackYour green is my saffronMy duppata is your scarfYour cross is my OmMy bindi is your kohlYour eyes weep like mineMy child hugs like yoursYour prayer may be your...
View ArticleThe Legacy we are leaving behind
There has been a lot of coverage this week on First Lady Michelle Obama's speech at the Democratic national convention. My knowledge of US politics is more "House of Cards" and "Madame secretary", so I...
View ArticleSix-Word Stories Vol-2
It's said that Hemingway was challenged by his writer friends that no one could write a story in 6 words. He took a napkin from the table at the cafe where they were sitting and penned this. Several...
View ArticleShort Story: When Sullen met Lonely
He saw her at the corner table, pushing her errant hair away from her face, as she exhibited some frown lines while focusing on her book. After a few minutes she looked up and glanced outside. She saw...
View ArticleBreaking Down- a poem
You broke me like no storm couldYou crushed me like no fist daredYou pierced me like no arrow beforeYou hurt me tons more than the tons of bricks before youYou burnt me like no fire did, though several...
View ArticleHigh School Stereotypes that don't go away
I was at Sanil's school yesterday for the Curriculum Evening for middle school. Three plus hours of walking from class to class for teacher briefings. Objective was to put ourselves in our kids shoes...
View ArticleO Weary Traveler- A Poem
O weary travelerCome sit awhileYour travels can waitYour worries will abateIf you just simply sit awhileO weary travelerLet your shoulders restTake off those bagsSlip into some homely ragsEven strong...
View ArticleThis was not her story
It was ordinary for her. It was exceptional for him. She compared it to the many before. He had not much precedence. She forgot about it soon after it was over. For him the feeling lingered for weeks....
View ArticleJust Read
Read a bookAny bookEvery bookJust pick a book and readRead for a larkRead to smileRead to cryRead to thinkRead to questionRead to challenge Read to debate Read to change Read for pleasureRead through...
View ArticleWhat crappy 2016 taught this
1) We live in a digital bubbleOur friends on social media are similar to us, their friends are similar to them and thus making our immediate and extended social circle in the digital world not too...
View ArticleFollow your heart
It's a slippery slopeIt's a messy designA convoluted journeyAnd sometimes there are no signsBut follow your heartOh follow your heartTo find that sparkJust follow your heartYour coffers may...
View ArticleLife, I don't have time for you
I was told everything is transientI know nothing lasts foreverBut I still try and keepMemories close to my chestAnd regrets in my back pocketI fish these out regularlyAnd then I reminisce and smileOr...
View ArticleAapke Baad- Ek kavita
Jis subah aapko yaad nahin karengeJis shaam aapka naam nahin lengeUs din se hoga yeh ahsaasKi aap nahin hain ab humare aas paasLekin tab tak kya karein yeh dil?Kaise savrein? Kaise sambhlein?Kaise yaad...
View ArticleThe Independent Princess
Meet the independent princess. She likes being indulged. She wants a fairy tale romance. Yes she desires a Prince.But she is not spoilt. She is pragmatic, sensible even. And yes she knows her life is...
View ArticleTragic Travel Tales (The Italian Job)
This story has all the ingredients that make for good entertainment. Drama, intrigue, thrill, couple of police encounters and beautiful connections with complete strangers.Sitting in the plane back to...
View ArticleTravel Tales: College Reunion Trip
What do you get when you take 1 holiday planning with 6 friends with 27 years of friendship and 5 countries between them? You say 'confusion' and you wouldn't be far from the truth. It's all out...
View ArticleBeing Me (a poem)
I can only be meI don't know how to be anyone elseSo love me, leave me,Laugh at me, tease me, I will just be me.Adore me (I like that!), Indulge me (I like that more)But I will still stay me.Lust after...
View ArticleResistance
I saw it for the first time. It looked like a sliver of the moon or a lightning strike in the sky. It was the colour of chemically washed pearls. Or a soft silken beige woven thread perhaps? It stared...
View ArticleI am Indian. And I can't do Yoga.
My body lacks the flexibility that is a pre-requirement in doing yoga, or at least doing the poised form of yoga. Other women can contort their bodies into shapes befitting gorgeous creatures, with a...
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