I love missing you. It’s such a tasty, wholesome experience. Like eating a banana. Missing you is juicy with a devious prick… Like biting into a slice of pineapple. I love missing you — like eating mangoes when they aren’t there. Sucking on cherished moments, each subtle feeling. At times, missing you is tasteless with a slight… Continue reading Nourished, Even By His Absence
Category: .writings
Does It Happen This Way?
When I feel happy, does that happiness caress you as a gentle breeze? When I feel content, does it ease your breathing? When I feel grateful, do your lips curl, ever so slightly, into a gentle smile? When I feel elated, do you sense a twinkle in your eye? When I feel happy, do you… Continue reading Does It Happen This Way?
Blank Pages Shall Remain
Whatever and however much I may write Blank pages shall remain – For the sky is never-ending This is a boon Given to me By the universe itself – The story will not ever end For the sky is never-ending मैं जितना भी जो कुछ भी लिखूँ रिक्त कागज़ रहेंगे क्योंकि अनन्त आकाश है यह… Continue reading Blank Pages Shall Remain
Honor Yourself First – or How To Be A Ninja Ganesha
In the ticketing system of Spice Jet, Indigo, Jet Airways, and yes Air India too, a passenger is “born” when a ticket is booked. A passenger “dies” when the passenger commits suicide (sorry, I meant when the passenger cancels the booking) , or when it is transported to another realm (city!) on the hallowed flight… Continue reading Honor Yourself First – or How To Be A Ninja Ganesha
one word poem
एक शब्द की कविता तुम. एक शब्द में पृथ्वी सारी तुम एक शब्द में सृष्टि सारी तुम क्या रिश्ता होगा जब तुम ही हो यह वाणी तेरी – तुम a one word poem you. in one word entire earth you in one word the universe you relationship? not possible when there’s only one- you this… Continue reading one word poem
Happy Independence Day!
I share with you 4 lines I came across in Jaishankar Prasad’s Kaamaayani. (Jaishankar Prasad was an eminent Hindi poet and Kaamaayani is a celebrated mahakaavya of Hindi literature). These are the 4 lines, translated by yours truly – We were not gods, neither are they – All cogs in the wheel of change. Yes,… Continue reading Happy Independence Day!
Processing Pain: What I Have Learned
The child was playing. The child fell down, got hurt and started bawling. The mother (or whichever other elder was in the vicinity) rushed to the aid of the child, picked her up and started consoling her. The child continued bawling. One strategy that mothers (or elders in general) resort to in this situation is… Continue reading Processing Pain: What I Have Learned
When I Marry, My Forgotten Friend Will Do My Makeup
I don’t know if I have forgotten her. If I had, I wouldn’t be writing about her. There is such contradiction inherent in Cheryl Strayed’s writing prompt ‘Write about someone you forgot’ that it is capable of causing nuclear fusion. She was a practicing lawyer in Pakistan. Now in USA, she managed her toddlers full-time,… Continue reading When I Marry, My Forgotten Friend Will Do My Makeup
With Flourish, Judiciously
Dear Reader, Coming soon, to the device already in your hands – my first book “11 Drops of Silence”. This is the book cover. I will share more about the book as I go further along the self-publishing process. I hope the silence that is our womb, the source of all words, continues to bring… Continue reading With Flourish, Judiciously
a gentle pain, a giant joy
a gentle pain a giant joy that you are far you’re in my heart you are a stranger yet are mine a gentle pain a giant joy that brings the night and dawns the day makes seasons roll cause we are one yet far apart a giant joy a juicy pain