Some days are like that. Perfectly normal. The sun seems to be going about its usual business of glaring down at us in varying degrees of ferocity, the stray dogs…

These days, I find myself looking at people. Really looking at them. Picking them out on the streets, noticing them as they drive around, riding their bikes or scooters- the…

Questions I ask myself If you could be equalin an unequal world,where would you plantyour feet? On a floor that slipswith alarming regularity,or a placewhere holding your groundrequireseveryday battles? Whose handwould you…

The treasure I was sitting on A brand new car and miles to goThe year started with great gung-ho Overland drives and overseas tourThe road beckoned with its own allure And then…

Mother Tongue Blues A human, a woman, a netizen of India, A native axomiya -a goriya or 'miya',a deshi,  jolha or a baganiya I am all in flesh and blood one yet i…

The Preamble and Power Politics I first read the Preamble in class seven The Indian constitution seemed straight out of heavenI looked up at my mother with eyes lit brightAnd found…

Mitigated Response Not one or two but five of them,Caught in a limbo, it was a knock,Sudden, as the preparations were on –Of the long awaited marriage of their aging…

STARRY NIGHTS It’s the night sky andI’m looking for stars andI can’t find any butI have hope butI will be here tomorrow andAlone and single andOn the rough lonely bed…

IS AN ECHO OF AN ECHO OF AN ECHO, AN ECHO? I echo sounds of all blind tongues of the hushed era I echo the thud of axes of all…

We remember when there was only the rain We remember when there was only the rain, nothingbut the rain. The rain chain stitched itself to our hearts till our hearts hung…