February 1, 2019

I saw him one nippy November evening sitting on a pavement under a row of Gulmohar trees on a bungalowed street on Coyaji road. He wore an old light brown corduroy suit, a dark bowler hat, and was firmly engrossed in poring over a book under the dim sodium light of the...

January 3, 2018

Often in the middle of a project, there comes a brief moment in the space time continuum when you run into the dreaded writer's block; when words elude you, ideas scamper away in little tap dancing boots, and the world sits still gazing at you with big bleary eyes, wai...

May 4, 2017

The waves tiptoe gently over my river so deep

A river longing to speak

Of a shining sun trapped below the rubble

A torrent of thunder rolling under the sea

A song of joy now stifled in the silent creek

And while the vastness of me trembles under the heap

Life calls out to th...

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