We flew Next to the moon. We swam In the dark blue sea. We circled Around the silver white oyster. We walked Through the twinkling boulevard. We whispered Sweet-nothings. We rolled In star dust. We rested On the rings of Saturn We gazed Into infinity of our dreams. We woke up To the sound of … Continue reading Twinkling Boulevard
My first read of the year - Homo Deus, A brief history of tomorrow, took a total of 20 days or approx 3 weeks to finish. Not because, its a difficult read, thought-provoking yes, but not difficult, and we can thank Dr.Yuval Noah Harari for that. I have read Sapiens and was spell-bound by that book … Continue reading Homo Deus- A brief history of tomorrow
The dawn breaks With your sound. Ruffling of feathers. You have made a home Inside mine. Invisible. I only hear Your presence. My house rings with Your coos. A background score. Outside, I witness your dance. On the railing. You read me. We are not friends. You stay in your territory. I stay in mine. … Continue reading Coos
When I had started writing this post, I had named it- 'Shit, jobless people do.' But it soon transformed into something else and I had to rename it. What led me to rename a blog titled 'Shit jobless people do' to 'A packet of chips'? Read on. If the title didn't give away, I would … Continue reading A packet of chips.
A reflection on gender identity and life in the 21st century... A little person was born in a small family, living in the suburbs of a major city. The little person was dressed in yellow on the name ceremony. The little person still didn’t know the color spoke volumes in this world, more than words … Continue reading A little person in search of something
Like any loyal reader, even in the times of Amazon and Flipkart and convenience of getting a book delivered at your doorstep, I took a metro accompanied by a friend and reached Pragati Maidan, to attend the first day of the New Delhi World Book Fair (6-14.January.2018). I could only cover one entire hall, by … Continue reading New Delhi World Book Fair
Jars, Boxes, Tins, Shelves, Drawers. The meticulous placement served a purpose. No nook or corner was left unused. Nothing could be disturbed. Laced with mixed smells. Cinnamon, cardamom, clove Frying onions. Batter rising. Ghee. Familiar smells of childhood. Once inside, the moves were choreographed. A dance of knives, spatulas, spoons. Cut, peel, chop, wash, drain. … Continue reading Off-limits