A Lost Game

A blank page. An empty road. A cup, no coffee An open sky Today’s newspaper has no headlines. A knock on the door, no one outside. Where’s the wind? Asks the wind chime. Chairs are arranged, is anyone coming? Your Knight’s in distress The Bishop, a lone ranger Queen is indebted to the Pawn And…

Creaking shadows

The bed would creak in the middle of the night every time I got up to use the washroom. I am a self-confessed insomniac but I do not conspire to disturb another’s well deserved sleep. I would carefully tiptoe through the darkness on my way back to the bed but that was useless. With apologies…


A Morning from the Past

When I woke up this Saturday morning, it felt I had woken up to a similar morning in the month of April a few years back. As I sit up gently rubbing my eyes, I see the sun rays streaming in through the netted window, and, I quietly admire the inanimate objects perched on my…

Sacred Red


Oh! My scarred forehead  Drawn in sacred vermillion Too scared to complain Red vermillion, red is blood What makes red sacred, ask I? Published here:


Coals, Clouds and Cups of Tea

Most of us like the smell of wet mud, don’t we? After the rains are done beating hard against the surface of the earth like a peculiar case of violence, the air feels new, young and reborn. Why ‘peculiar’ you may ask? Well, however harsh its splashes are, there are no signs of bruises, cuts,…

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Cooking Cinderella Dreams

I know she has arrived when I hear the soft dragging of her feet up the stairs sounding like the stealthy movement by a tiger’s paws on a freshly trimmed grass field. As she stretches her hand with fingers resembling creases left on a crushed white paper to open the door of our house, she…