the man at the crossing…
as a woman, i am always acutely aware of any invasion into my personal bubble… these intrusions are not looked at kindly, while i don’t have the general gall like some other women to lash out at intruders, i glare. and at times yell at the guy in a loud voice… recently just before crossing the road to phoenix mills my phone rang. since it … Continue reading the man at the crossing…
delhi to mumbai – my most entertaining flight ever!
i was in delhi on work, and friday’s work got cancelled, so i advanced my flight to thursday, decided to give A a surprise. sent him an sms saying i was out with friends in delhi, bad signal, stupid delhi pubs, stupid vodafone, stupid pregnant friend who wanted to go out partying, i couldn’t talk, and would talk to him the next day. at the … Continue reading delhi to mumbai – my most entertaining flight ever!
… … burning bright, in the forests of the night… courtesy: mr blake!
We were in a forest, in Kaziranga, Assam. Maybe not as dense as you imagine in your head, but a forest with pathways and wild elephant dung in a path that criss-crossed ours as we climbed up and up, his footsteps trampled the grass and shrubs, he made his own way, while we followed the much flattened and smoothened way of the villagers who lived … Continue reading … … burning bright, in the forests of the night… courtesy: mr blake!
having a go… again…
so what is with me and contests… i love sending my entries, whether poems or stories or travel writing stuff. contests give me targets, there is an end date / time and if that’s not there, i never get my ass moving. i had this blog for a year, before i chose to enter it for a contest last october, and that meant i had to … Continue reading having a go… again…
the city of djinns – a book that takes you on a lovely journey unraveling delhi!
i owned the book for a good 4 years before i read it… i usually buy books on impulse and that’s in the middle of another book, though with online shopping these days i think the impulse purchase is just killed, i never discover a book, but know the title and then hunt… ok digressing…. so 4 years ago, the city of djinns made me … Continue reading the city of djinns – a book that takes you on a lovely journey unraveling delhi!
who built my home?
we moved in two weeks ago… for almost one and a half months prior to that there were workers in our house.. masons, carpenters, painters, plumbers, electricians, polishers… an army of more than 15 different people at different times getting the house in place for my family of 2 to move in. i visited the house often during the day to get a sense of … Continue reading who built my home?
the little letters dictating my life
i thought a simple charger wouldn’t affect my life as much as it has… this isn’t about my mobile’s charger or my laptop’s charger, those are two chargers ppl are normally dependent on (yes, i hear some of you say ‘you are too’!), i’d like to believe i am not that mobile / computer dependent today as i was say a couple of years ago… i am … Continue reading the little letters dictating my life
the unknown man
(written about a man i met while in the village of jhadpoli) he stares at me his lungi stained with life that never waited for him sagging skin showcased a grey stubble. i walk with an air. he has not smelt. speak with a chin. he has never lifted. my processed cotton and lycra bands the camera that has a bag of its own muddled … Continue reading the unknown man
the romans and their baths…
in this town near london, there is a large pool, made of stone, with an intricate gutter system that ensured the water is always fresh and clean. with numerous alcoves, strong stone carved pillars, huge pillars, statues of roman soldiers lining the terrace, the sky reflecting in the green water, heated saunas with stone steps along the side, separate pools for dips and separate for … Continue reading the romans and their baths…
‘homing’ in…
over the last 10 years, i have lived in 4 cities, 9 houses, had 6 different beds, 4 different flatmates, 4 different vocations, multiple dreams and the same pillow… even while growing up we lived in 8 – 10 different houses. no place was home for a long time. i’ve moved ‘home’ almost every two years, all my life! makes me wonder what IS home for … Continue reading ‘homing’ in…
merry to go around 