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indi Poetry

scrolling down twitter one morning

twitter is a funny place i see girls dying over tv drama lovers, sighing about their favourite heroes i see a women died on a bus and her husband and kid were thrown out of it i see pictures of madhubani paintings and talk of art i see a journalist’s taunt at a shot that paints a picture too good not to make likes and rts out of i see images of children mangled by syria i see cute messages…

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Espresso Shots

i dreamt i met a man called… : a love story, sort of.

he sat there looking lost on the old park bench. when i saw the jaw line, i knew there was only one thing i could do. i sat down. “what’s up?” i asked when i found my voice. he looked so disoriented. he turned and there were his eyes. i remembered chocolate, my habit of quietly eating a little chocolate every night, chocolate all by myself. my throat went dry again. “huh!” oh, so he had a voice. how do…

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road to singapore

from gombak drive to armenia

at the end of our walk yesterday, we came across the galistan family service centre. it was a simple, single storey, slightly rundown building surrounded by a metal fence, but there was a welcoming air to it. we had just turned into choa chu kang road from upper bukit timah road. aj said these centres helped needy families, also the many foreign workers on the island. the banners hanging on the fence gave details of recreational programmes for maids, or…

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Espresso Shots

the steps: a ghost story

if you happen to live in bungalow number 7 in digboi, you’ll know you have to climb sixty steps up the tila to the house. this being digboi in upper assam, the terrain is dotted with tilas or hillocks; on top of many of these sit bungalows built by the assam oil company. the company’s officers live in them. digboi, if you’ve never heard of it, is a town up in the north east of the north eastern state of…

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food indi

have you ever had kheer komla?

if you’re not bengali, you haven’t probably heard of kheer komla. in english, i guess that would be condensed sweetened milk with orange. sounds prettier in bengali, i must say. orange has been used in many well known and much loved dishes in cuisines from all over the world. duck a l’orange and crepe suzette came promptly to mind and distracted me the moment i wrote that. both are memorable and i haven’t had either in the longest time. but…

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Mythology and More

an evening piece

it’s one of those evenings. feels as if the world is spinning out of control. i wonder what control we seek and what is this world that seems to be in such danger. around me, in “reality”, all is as it should be. or so it seems. what if nothing is the way we think it is? what if we are just creating a fantasy, each our own, and what we see touch taste hear smell is just in our…

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sarees tell stories

of real and fake and chanderi sarees

he loved vintage cars. every morning, practically, he’d come to look at his collection, which used to be kept in a garage built on land rented from my family. he always wore pristine, brilliant white pajamas and a flowing crisp kurta, his hair would be neatly brushed and the most pleasant smile would appear on his face if he happened to spot you or any of your elders. “namashkar!” he’d greet in a low amicable tone, as he raised his…

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indi

on seeing facebook and remembering my grandmother

there was no facebook in my grandmother’s time. when she made batches of a hundred pantuas, no one quickly went and took pictures on their iphone and posted it on fb. there was no iphone too then. pantua, in case you’ve never had of it, is this delightful bengali mishti or sweet. it’s a lot like gulab jamun, but it isn’t that ubiquitous dessert. pantua is made mainly of chhana or cottage cheese, i.e. paneer… with a bit of khoya…

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Espresso Shots

no escape : a short story

“do you know,” she asked with a curious airy smile, “he wrote the sherlock holmes stories?” the little boy on the wheelchair shook his head and pushed the large, gleaming rings next to the wheels, the chair rolled ahead. his tee-shirt was red, his hair was inky black, he held a small brown leather suitcase in his right hand. it swung over the right wheel. “but he never could solve the mystery! never could solve the mystery…!” the boy laughed and…

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shoe story

it was a difficult moment, really. i’d gone shopping with my friend, actually she was shopping and i was the one tagging along to make encouraging noises, when suddenly i saw this shoe and everything fell out of place, scattered, made me ache, yearn, go nuts, and brought on a deep desire to hurl time out of its steady onward journey in one direction and make it travel the other way. that there was just the kind of shoe i…

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