The journeys always excited her. It was always new to her and she waited with bated breath for every new journey. She would never ask where she was going as she loved the surprise element it gave her. Many a times, she would see things and leave a little piece of her heart there, … Read more
Being a music buff, she wanted to learn music and impress the people around her. Every time during school vacations, she would plan on joining music classes and her family would encourage her. Yet, she never joined. Somehow for one reason or the other, she always felt that there was something missing in her, … Read more
He eyed the kitchen door, cautious not to make any sound and not to wake up the sleeping family. He had to be silent and this job required his full attention. Any mistake on his part would be too costly and they would wake up. He would then have to be sad over a spoiled … Read more
He was in the train, anxious to get down, she was on the platforms eager to see the person she had been waiting for. It’d been exactly six months and she hadn’t seen him for that long. It was the first time she was staying away from him for so long. Ending what seemed … Read more
The school was not far, nor was the walk home long Yet it took her a good half an hour Stopping to admire every flower Kick the stones and score imaginary goals Her small little revenge against those goons The ones who would not let her play The ones who said she was a girl Jumping into puddles, splashing water, Grinning wide, thinking of mom’s scolding Complaining the shirt would never be white again That the scars on her knees would never be gone That she’d never be a proper lady like Rama aunty’s daughter But who cared! Carefree, happy and bubbly That’s how she wanted to live! This Leo, the one who does not let me be lazy and I, the one who tends to take unnecessary breaks, are doing the UBC together this July. Prodding and prompting each other, we have decided to write about School today.
It is just another day at work, the morning settling down and making way for the sun to climb higher in the sky and usher in an afternoon. The pace is dull and I can’t stop my mind from wandering. It is a wanderlust, this mind of mine… Never settling down anywhere…never gathering dust..always on the move, here now and there now. I don’t know if your mind is the same, maybe this is a special way my mind works. Long and dreamy journeys are undertaken on the wings of my mind, the world seems like a place that could be easily held in my fist, such are the flights my mind undertakes! The sixth floor office in this City of Dreams has a beautiful view and paints a vivid picture of the skyline where the greens and concrete compete for more space. The skies are blue, interspersed with white clouds that remind me of cotton candy. In another place, in the God’s Own Country, the place that was home to me for many many years, it is raining. My favourite season of all times. The dark clouds heavy and ready to shower on you any time, the lightning bolts out of nowhere and the dirty puddles on the roads…that alone is not monsoon for the romantic at heart. It is also the season of greener trees, petrichor, hot piping onion bhajis and roasted groundnut. It is the season you can come home drenched; the paper boats made of newspapers and notices, in all shapes and sizes racing against each other in a fit to survive the storm that is lashing them; the power cuts and the family gatherings on the verandah; the antaksharis and the numerous word games; the croaking of the frogs and the incessant chatter of the crickets in the garden, those special blooms that appear only during the monsoons, what is there not to love about monsoon! Though this city has embraced me with open arms, though I have settled and found my happiness among the chaos here, I would always belong to that land of coconut and mango trees, the backwaters and the land where it rains for a major share of the year. The heart yearns to go home, one more time, for some more time…
Impulsive is not a word most people would not associate with me, but then when it comes to those things that are very close to my heart, like rains, an ice cream, good food, writing and my family and friends, I jump even before I can think 🙂 As Leo, Swaarasa and I had a … Read more