Mother, Do you remember those summer nights? We would lie under the stars On the Charpai in the aangan? You would urge me to look for shooting stars And prod me to wish upon one. I did that. I was young, I believed in magic. But, more than magic, I …

  Far removed From the eviscerated Maw of pugnacious humanity I buzz… A mute spectator Hovering over the rim of the world. Like an open book, the world lays open, Its spine fractured under The onus of its bludgeoned self. Will it recover, ever? Will it be able to snap …

I spent the first 5-6 years of my life in South India. My father was in the defence services, so we moved around a lot. But, the formative years were spent in South India. No wonder, I love south Indian cuisine so much. I mean, that was literally my first …

Nowadays, I fear to be fearful I am scared of losing hope. As the layers of my optimism Get peeled off, day after day My courage shrinks. I try to grasp and clutch at The impotent vestiges of bravado That I so desperately want to feel. But, I fail. My …

In the frugal chambers Of my heart Above the beats that echo I hear the sound of silence. It roars…   Pulsating within the confines Of my reclusive heart, Shackled and bound to My closed-off self, It rages…   Tempestuous and simmering Like a pot Of roiling emotions It beats …

There are some days when the heat, the humidity is so unbearable that we balk at the thought of food. Even though hunger gnaws at our innards, we shirk away from the thought of putting a morsel in. At such times, I fall back on a simple fruity salad recipe. …

The jagged splinters of memory, Through the wrap of time Beckon. Their beguiling charm Coddling me, ensnaring me. Dare I sink in? Do I allow them to drag me back? Isn’t time supposed to pass? Then why do these shards of memory Beckon so, dragging me back? What answers does …

I believe, The mornings breathe in silence, Stretching languidly When roused from their nightly slumber. They no longer ring with The cacophonous din of humanity. I know, That nowadays they resonate With melodious chirps and cheeps. The Koel coos, the crows caw at the waterhole And today, a Sparrow hopped …

He doffed his peaked cap as I opened the door. To his stoic silence, his rigid stance my happy smile succumbed and perished. His eyes met mine albeit in a brief dalliance. ‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbled, handing me a note. Holding it, unopened, my eyes searched his face. But, his …

There is something so quaint about Sunday brunches…right? They bring the family together and well they also bring loads of yummy food to the table. However, in times of these Corona induced lock downs, the produce that usually goes into my Sunday brunches is reduced. Oh, it is tricking in, …