The Main Course : I don’t remember how old I was when I picked up my first book. I don’t remember which book either. Probably a Famous Five or Secret Seven (Enid Blyton). When we had visited New Delhi, once to meet my Uncle in Faridabad and then to attend the Incentive Awards ceremony for…… Continue reading An insatiable appetite.
I live away from you now and I don’t always call or text. Our conversations have receded and yet, you are still the person whose embrace makes me feel the safest. I may not say it or act like it often, but I am forever indebted to you for all the things that you have consciously or…… Continue reading DEAR AMMA (Mother),
I opened up my eyes to find your eyes looking right into mine. I see you see my soul As if you knew me all the time I saw a million eyes look at me And none could spark this fire I saw a million after And none could satiate the storm And deep inside,…… Continue reading / transient /
: (n) an instance of returning home. “So, where are you from?” Deep breath. Deep deliberation. And then I attempt to craft an answer that satisfies both the parts of the question – where I belong and where I was raised (since it is not the same place). My parents have government jobs and they had…… Continue reading Homecoming.