I often stare at the painting of the bull in my living room. Such intricate work, such finesse, and the amount of patience that went into...

Tuli would go to the park in her neighborhood with her grandfather every evening. She had turned six last month. With light eyes and dark...

Let me break the rules for a day Let me run in a slow motion like that in a movie Let me fly in a parachute on one rainy day Let me slide...

It was the month of March, almost three years back. The pandemic had not yet created havoc in the otherwise placid life of the people. My...

My loving D, You are the repertoire of all my thoughts and delicately captured moments of my ever-growing life. As I sit down to write,...

Offering to the Beloved God

My dear D, Today I don't know what I should write. As I sit down to jot my thoughts, I stare at your page blankly. I feel like holding...

Dear D, I have often come across a thought, a particular one in fact. With age, this thought is gradually turning into a realization....

On the parched earth does she touch her feet, with closed eyes she joins her hands, in absolute subjugation to her Lord she dedicates her...

The sound of your anklets caressing the heated sand, The playful wind wiping your tears before they touch the rusty land, bring them to...

Our story spans thousands of years for aeons we have loved, Your footprints lead to the threshold of my abode. As the dusty dunes sweep...

Dear D, Last night I couldn't sleep properly. I tossed around with the blanket, not able to register how should I place it to feel...

In the autumn of the day when the crimson of the sun merges with the indigo sky, when raag Yaman reverberates with the sweet essence of...

The debacle we confronted last time taught my friend and me to make sure that we keep our debit and credit cards in place for our current...

I prefer to be silent for now Silence is all I seek; The unaccountable images swirling around, I want to pause them for some relief. The...

The irreconcilable distance traversed from the known to the unknown, familiar faces turning strange, the ink which once dotted the...

That house stands there for ages on end- It's deserted and lonely, No human forms or shapes inhabit it anymore. Its crumbling walls and...

Last Friday, my friend and I went shopping at a renowned marketplace in Delhi. Well, this time not in her scooter. But by metro. The...

Fumbling through those leaves Of the book I devoured, I endeavored to search my very lost soul- the purpose of my being the reason for...

It's an oft-used term by poets and writers alike when they are in a dearth of ideas and creative impulses. I often find this in journals...