I take pleasure in sharing fictions that tell us the bald truths about us
About the power of words, poetry, nature to rejuvenate self and society About the power of words, poetry, nature to rejuvenate self and society
She dreams, twice, daily, Persistently: Walking to the school and back- She dreams, twice, daily, Persistently: Walking to the school and back-
Come what may, On the next Raksha Bandhan! Come what may, On the next Raksha Bandhan!
The locked down heart... The locked down heart...
"Will you join me in that campaign, Pa?" asks the nine-year-old "Will you join me in that campaign, Pa?" asks the nine-year-old
The city is still dark and still He is terrified of the dream The city is still dark and still He is terrified of the dream
Now, nothing remains Except for the dilapidated house, with all the cousins Now, nothing remains Except for the dilapidated house, with all the cousins
What do we see? The gentle shadows What do we see? The gentle shadows
And few dolls, utensils, faded caps, feathers, snails, conches and three pictures---their collective... And few dolls, utensils, faded caps, feathers, snails, conches and three picture...
Rain runs in the meadows Outside the suburbs of Mumbai Rain runs in the meadows Outside the suburbs of Mumbai