Death. Certain. Sudden. Cruel. The enigmatic black hole that we all know about, but can’t peek into. And yet, there’s a certain beauty to death. They say, in your last moments, your life flashes before your eyes. Your mother caressing your feverish forehead on a rough night, your father’s proud smile on your graduation day…
Nature, The shy new bride, Fresh from monsoon’s embrace, Decks herself in a festive hue, And waits! That scent, That night-blooms ooze, Wafts across the oceans, And finds me in this foreign land. A tease! Fiery, The leaves of fall, Murmur jargon, arcane, But the message I catch is clear- “Come Home!” They say, It’s
I’ve started writing diaries. The good doctor told me to. She said it’s the only way to keep track of things. Yet I can’t remember what I did last night! Mama, Papa are very worried. I feel sad. I just want everyone to be happy. Is something wrong with me? —— Dr. Maya loved challenges.
The river has its own language. An inexperienced ear merely hears the incessant gurgles. But she has stories to tell, stories she has been witness to since thousands of years. Alas! For the most, she remains elusive. She speaks only to those who care to listen. You have to befriend her, lend her a patient
The bangs and crashes woke her from her sleep. Something was going on outside. She peeped from her hidey-hole. Her hair, dark auburn even without any dye, fell open from her bun, cascading down to her knees, her innocent emerald eyes widened in all the curious excitement. Her dark brown skin glistened as the sun
Nishi let the cool breeze of the Kumaons caress her hair. It was her first mountain trip: Papa’s gift for her twelfth birthday. She was excited, because they were going to Patal Bhuvaneshwar today. Di’bhai had told her all about it – “It’s a huge dark underground cave, where the stones’ natural curvature depict Brahma,
There are two of us in here Locked in a perpetually futile scuffle About who should be having her way- Horns maybe? Or perhaps the halo tonight! Devi- the goddess, when I adorn a saree, With a smile that hides the pain and tears- Devil, when the low-cut flashes my bare back, And blood-red lips