A fog has been shadowing the hills, and caressing the summit they merge with the grey clouds. The green of the hills, a shade deeper than the darkest green to the point of noir are drenched in the unseasonal batter of the rain that refuses to stop, a depression someone claims over the ever-depressed Bay... Continue Reading →

‘Begin Again’

Often, rather most of the times, I ponder at my murderous obstinacy to hold on, to have wrongly imagined I have let go of times which push me into the spiralling depths of despondency, to have unfaithfully assumed I have emerged, battle worn, from my crumbling state to a happier one! No I do not... Continue Reading →

A Happier New Year

I distinctly remember the single recurrent question that parents, acquaintances, and teachers alike loved to exercise upon me and at the children in my growing up days; with quite a cruel twinkle in their eyes, an anticipation, rather a certainty, that our answers would mirror their thoughts they, happily and a with confidence soaring high,... Continue Reading →

My Recalcitrant Mind

After battling an inner debate for long, I braved myself and headed out for a holiday, not home, but a wedding. Onward God's Own Country, Kerala. Through lush hills of the Western Ghats, sudden mountains jutting from the earth, myriad rivers cutting through her bosom and trees abound, the train chugged through a moonlight night.... Continue Reading →

Reminiscing in the Rains

It has been raining here for days now. The wispy clouds gently hover over the hills, embracing the summit in their coldness, hiding their love from the world in the translucent fog. The drizzle stops only to patter upon the red roofs later, and a slow drumming sound reverberates through the empty starless nights. Dainty... Continue Reading →


Have you ever rummaged through your wardrobe, frenetically hunting for something but stopped short, surprisingly, when in the madness you chance upon that old shabby pullover which doesn't fit anymore? You tug it out, the lingering smell of detergent, mothball, perfume, the woodiness of the wardrobe, amalgamated, greets you, and you struggle to yank it... Continue Reading →

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