Talking To No One
Sometimes I think I am talking to the wind as all I hear is the feel of air in my pores, from the fan. I...
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Open Spaces
The space in your mind that prided itself for its open-mindedness is clogged now refusing to allow entry to ones who were once your very...
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Rajma Chaval
Ma, today the rajma rice was just like you would have liked. And, the sooran (yam) masala would have made you proud. Your little girl...
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Kalaivaani
We played hopscotch on the narrow street outside our houses. I visited her typical Brahmin household to watch old Hindi movies on her then-in-vogue black...
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Idle vases
Seated near the beach watching sand, sea, people and traffic on the road whizz past by we, with our nerdy glasses mounted on noses dishing...
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Freeing Space
my feet no longer ask me permission to stroll around exhaustingly aware of storms brewing in my head wanting to scream into silence my thoughts...