Monthly Archives: March 2005

Managed to dig this out. Wrote this sometime in August 2002. In Bombay. And feeling most un-poetic. The greyness of the city, after the initial overwhelming lash of rains, seemed to follow me everywhere. Water seemed to be gushing from … Continue reading →

Afternoons sulk into the evening And the heat melts time Furious fingers desktop searching for past lives and Ex-loves, suddenly find themselves Drawn to dehydrated cheeks.

Among other things, the visit to Hyderabad was also about touching base with a few friends. Friday evening, we spent time with Meeta at her place. Now Meeta has a beautiful old house. I am a sucker for rickety beams, … Continue reading →

Three days. And Seven hundred twenty two emotions later. I write again. Going to Hyderabad has a special significance somehow. In six months, I discovered aspects of my own resilience and sloth that I never knew existed. And having come … Continue reading →

I chanced upon my first James Hadley Chase when I was in Class Five. Unfortunately, I had finished close to every Enid Blyton, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Judy Blume, Stanley Gardners or whatever else that kids read. So I graduated … Continue reading →

At a certain age, your eyes are constantly darting. Your fists will hold anything without shame or malice. All is yours, and all is mine. Anything that you don’t see, doesn’t exist. And in sunlight, the warmth found and lost, … Continue reading →