"The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there". First Lines from L. P. Hartley's The Go-Between It is a hot and humid day, when the scorching earth forbids us from exploring rooftops or running wild in the streets below. With the afternoon ritual of cooking and eating complete, all children are cleverly… Continue reading Ajeeb Dastaan Hai Yeh
Bahaav: The Flow Numerous discontinued blogs, unfinished poems, stories waiting to be written; the flow of life is interrupted by the winds that guide us. Over the last 6 months, the flow of my life has been touched not by chaos but by a sense of quietness. So used to constant chaos, I shut myself from all… Continue reading Bahaav
Nothing stung my country this year more than some very essential human rights demands. Safety of women and the verdict on section 377 of the Indian Penal court, opened raw wounds and spread a cloud of despair and anger. When I think of landmark judgements in history: women's right to vote, apartheid, African-American civil rights, Indian… Continue reading Ajeeb Kissa Hai
When I will look back on his post, after an evening spent with friends and family, drowned in their stories, jaw hurting from all the laughter, I will be reminded of the days I spent by myself. Thinking , contemplating, reading or day-dreaming. The poem encapsulates the feeling when they were not around, when I… Continue reading Kaash….