FINDING THE KNIGHT. I’m neither kidding nor am I quoting Miss.Fantastic or Miss.Plastic. I sit here in the smoggy corridors of Miranda House,overlooking the tennis court while these thoughts lace themselves up and sprint across my mind. There’s an occasional clatter of the workers dragging paraphernalia along the corridor on the carts,constantly perturbing the stillness … More
There’s a faint voice that beckons me The flickering reflex of a spider that died For there’s an inner demon that haunts me And silences the child inside Flesh Blood Sweat Lymph And a ghostly grip of an unknown past Cloaks me and chokes me Arms outstretched,it stops me Like a shadow receding into the … More Play Dead,Spider.
Sweet Succinct Short My aching fingers traced the tapered ends of the tattered piece of paper The ink was black Some letters fainter than the rest Perhaps the quilt had a problem The letter was written in a jovial tone Jocund Carefree Unfettered But there was something about the way the tail of some … More Grace
The thunderous clap of the roaring machine went right over the roof.I rushed out with my tongs to see the aircraft that left a trail of the tricolour in the air. The kids ,my age, outside were on their bikes with little flags stuck to their handles . The mithaiwala at the corner had a … More The other world
There’s a gnawing pain That dances in cinders Whirling in chains The dance of the fire To the blood drum An ember unchained Inching its way to the mouth of the furnace Soot Smoke Tar Does it make its way out? That is not for me to say.
There’s a constant buzzing inside my head I can’t swat it This buzzing traces the ends of my brain cells and travels to the tips of my loose strands of hair They hang loosely Not in expectation of you But in the weariness of your presence You’re weighing me down with your fetters The hand,the … More Red
Eighteen years back,there was a thunderous clap that had jolted my insides. My eyes had gaped at Nature’s wrath that consumed everything along the way. Since then,eighteen years have passed by. I still feel the jitters when I look at the sky washed with rain and the drama that the lighting paints on it. Twelve … More Onward and upward.
I watched you dawdle your way to me Inch by inch,like an aching snail Bruised,blistered I watched you from across the smokescreen Your pagan sight Parched lips The sunset in your eyes You felt me in the winter breeze that pressed its sugared lips on your forehead The nape of your neck I watched you … More Codeine
10 weeks. He’d keep coming back home from the hospital with greasy hair and pale skin,only to return to Room 109 in Clarkson’s welfare home every fortnight. I could see him from my large bay window as they carried him from his bed to the car. My eyes would so often look for him that … More Apple Pie
The smell of sunshine on wet grass,the dew drops on a heavy morning rose,the careless flight of parakeets,chasing butterflies in the meadows;as a young child,one truly has a Charter as wide as that of the Wind,to learn,explore and frolic around. It was only yesterday that I was walking though the market area with rose tinted … More The early baggage.
This documentary captures the strife that a young Selvi is subjected to and her heroic struggle to unfetter her soul. This Canadian-produced, South India-set documentary throws light on astonishing statistics about forced marriage, and how 700 million women worldwide were married before they turned 18; 250 million of them before they turned 15. As a … More Review on ‘Driving with Selvi’ by Elisa Paloschi.