Reposting since am without electricity at my house again… I returned home to darkness. They had disconnected power supply to my house because I had not paid the bill. Growing up, I lived in a city where power cuts were the norm. We had different forms of battery back up, which were crucial for some respite, but eventually they would all die down. I have survived in darkness. I have enjoyed watching the faint flicker of candlelight. Not because I…
She is a girl who does not want the everyday life. She wants adventure. She does not want to settle to the mundane. She reads books and dreams. Belle is in a fairytale. Belle is my favourite Disney princess as is Beauty and the Beast my favourite animation movie. I wanted to watch the new Beauty and the Beast since that first trailer I watched many months ago. It has the girl who will forever be Hermione Granger to me.…
That wall against which I rest my tired head The last step sitting on which I stare blankly ahead I see my dog curled for hours in his happy spot From where he barks at neighbours no matter what The soothing hum of gently falling rain Sleepy at midnights I hear it time and again All around is wild green grass I never did mow I’ll throw away those sunflower seeds I never could sow The kitchen was forever mine…
First, I thought about food that my dadiji (grandmother) would make every Diwali. It was as much part of the ritual of the day as the new clay idols that my mother would buy – Lakshmi (Goddess of wealth) and Ganesh (God of good luck and success). Diyas (tiny mud lamps) with oil and cotton wicks were spread out on the roof, window sills and boundary walls. I maintained a smug superiority because we used traditional diyas over the more common…
Call me old fashioned, but I have always liked love stories to have a tantalizingly slow build up. From irrational distaste to ardent admiration, in inimitable Pride and Prejudice style. Or maybe, have the hero and heroine running for their life with no time for love; but end up making a vow for life? That is what makes my heartbeat race. With Romeo Juliet, apart from the fundamental problem of them dying, the fact that they fall in love, confess and…
At the stroke of the midnight hour, the start of 31st of July, I stood in a parking lot waiting with hundreds of other people in a queue, in front of a brightly lit truck. The truck is called the Amazon Treasure Truck. And for this once, I can personally vouch for the treasure it carried within. I got my copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I have read all the books, of course. And watched all the movies.…
“Elves,” concluded Lazywiz. A man and a woman were crossing the street. They were both dressed in black overcoats, a few sizes too big. Sharp features and a frenetic energy in their movement. Both had black hair with a lock of blue; a startling shade of indigo. She had a sleek ponytail and he carried off a rather long flop of hair. It was as if their human disguise had gone wrong. Harry Potter meets Lord of the Rings. On the radio,…
Nowadays my heart has become like a mixed bag of emotions, one moment I am happy for no reason and the very next moment I get reminded of something sad & my heart starts to cry. I am not sure which one of it to write about. The happy stuff- coz c’mon lets accept it, that’s what everyone likes to read. Sad, depressing stuff, no one cares about. Everyone has enough of it in their own lives. But, the sad…
Whether you are professor Atkin looking upon John Galt, Francisco D’ Anconia, Ragnar Danneskjöld (from Atlas Shrugged, the book you must read if you haven’t) or you are the local army coach about to send Milkha Singh off to the big leagues(I don’t much like the movie Bhaag Milkha Bhaag) or you are a mother seeing off your kid to pre school the very first day (wonder how this feels).. You were or rather are his inspiration, but now it…
looks like it’s going to rain you say nimbus grows dense between the spaces between the cells and rills and dales and planes and membranes within in between and in places unseen where i am not countable measurable comprehensible not skin nor bone nor sinew nor muscle nor node nor synapse in those places not yet named where I am… you know me? dark black sometimes grey whorls of water in array silently gathering filling…