Posted inThrough the Wardrobe
The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis
I’d like to believe it is not a reflection of my single status that, after Elif Shafak’s Forty Rules of Love, I found myself picking up another book on love—this…
Posted inMaze of Musings
Story of Pandharpur: The Zestful town of Vitthala
Chandrabhaga River, one of the major rivers of Western India, takes the shape of a crescent moon as it encircles the small and beautiful village of Pandharpur. The holy town…
Posted inMaze of Musings
Not All is Lost
Being a Delhiite, born in West Bengal, who lived in Uttar Pradesh and whose family is from Bihar, I have always had a sense of the rich diversity of India…
Posted inInto the Rabbit Hole
The Sun Still Rises in the East
Since it is July, it is not scandalous that it rained today and it's been less than a week since I resigned from a workplace that had started killing me.…
Posted inInto the Rabbit Hole
It’s always the same
While studying history in school, I always wondered, how stupid was the whole world that it took them direct poke from Germany to consider what it was doing to Jews…
Posted inInto the Rabbit Hole
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Where would I belong in this all?
So apparently, I’m starting the New Year with fresh sense of non-belongingness… Maybe it stems from the fact that I have conditioned myself to believe in this idea that a…
Posted inWindow to the Soul
Soft as Feathers
You may look as soft as feathers-Feathers that are white and flying untouched.But only now I know-of your heaviness similar to that of a huge stone.You're possibly as cruel as…
Posted inWindow to the Soul
To the Ruins
Take me to your ruins-Where your heart's heaviness flows,In the form of syringes, plastic, clothes, broken bricks, and mud.But statues stand tall-At the expense of someone's back, and someone's spine.While…
Posted inWindow to the Soul
A Room of My Own
So many things incomplete - My stories, my flight, my thoughts, And the words on my tongue. Pens scattered on the floor, Blank pages in several diaries, While my mind…
Posted inWindow to the Soul
I cannot let you pass
I remember all the times I sawThe Red Swans danceThousands of beribboned swords –Whirling like restless birdsTrapped in too small a cageThat bends their feathers like a bow,Ringing like the…
