You Hated Roses

You hated roses, dispassionately, you told me later, Raising my left brow, in disbelief, surreptitiously, I did ponder. But next to a grinning yellow minion, dressed in blue, without a nose You did, amidst your fountain pens, keep that silly crimson rose. It wilted with time, morphing into a shade of muddy brown, And crisp to... Continue Reading →

My Murky Cove

Grey clouds, from the horizon, blotchy and sombre Sail cross a yellow sky, and over the city Benignly they gather. Groaning, rumbling, a shade of purple they flash. Mercilessly teasing the parched earth they choose Not to splash. Will the heavens part, oh will it rain, I stare and stare! But prayers, unanswered, return to... Continue Reading →

The Tenth Reason Why I Must Remain Single

Precisely two years ago, I remember, pink and red were the colours of the city amidst the shades of dust and sunset. Balloons and festoons embellished every storefront; diligent Radio Jockeys happily gave away free passes to the 'lucky two', the only music you heard on the radio were that of confessions of love, of... Continue Reading →

Your Happy Abode

Pink trumpet trees, across the city, are blossoming sooner, Climate change, angrily, claim the newspapers in bold letters. The blushing flowers remind me of a nippy March, the previous year, When, smiling, I'd send you the glorious bloom in tinted pictures.   Leafless grim trees, skeletal branches, knotted and dark, Are draped in pink against... Continue Reading →

Ghost Town

The last week, I had been trekking, wandering alone through the Dhauladhar range of the Himalayas in Himachal Pradesh. Walking in my solitude, conversing with myself, I chanced upon an old church, a stone building blackened with time, surrounded by whispering cedar trees, the trunks, moss-laden. Staring aimlessly, keenly listening, I heard hidden crickets chirruping,... Continue Reading →

The End of an Ending

It is that time of the year, again, when pocketful of earthen lamps, shining bright, appear on the handrails, imaginatively conjured rangolis, embellish the entrance to every house, a time when fairy lights, in shades of blue, green, red and yellow festoon every balcony, a time when the smell and sound of firecrackers from dusk... Continue Reading →

The Night is His to Cry

Antim wakes up from a patchy sleep to an alien smell that Monday morning. Home, it gradually dawns upon him; the apartment that was home to him ever since he had moved to his adopted city. No it mustn’t be alien, he debates. I have lived here all these years. Yet an unrequited sense of... Continue Reading →

Lost on You

Move on, chanted a friend. Holding on will only send you packing into the doldrums, sneered another. Honestly, you don’t wish to move on and are happy being unhappy, reproached a third. Mridul knew they meant well; they wanted him to clamber up the wells of despondency, to let go and move on. But how could... Continue Reading →

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