My favourite dress was a hand me down from my sister. It was sleeveless and had blue cars drawn on it. I could sit any way I wanted wearing it (not that I would have followed any propriety as a child) and there would be air coming in through all sides. One of my many nannies was a young girl named Sonia. She was only one … Continue reading Tuntuni pakhi and jet sprays
“I dropped out of a college, changed my stream, started over and worked in a bar.” -Words I need to say in order to repel people or to get them to judge me. The aunty in the bus with her kid on her side becomes the cat on high alert. Her ears perk up and her hands cover her daughter’s ears. But she can’t contain … Continue reading The girl who worked in a bar
Between mind throbs and heart aches, there is a world where sanity prevails. Between the small cats and large dogs, there is a world dominated by affection. Between the muddy muck and the grey sky, there is a world where the lotus blooms. Between sky jumps and scuba dives, there is a world of hikes and cycles. Between your ego and my indifference, there is a … Continue reading Between the worlds
Disclaimer: Being a writer is terribly hard. I suggest the reader to take my criticism in a comic light. Don’t listen to me. Read the play for what it is. I am just overwhelmed at the moment. Happy reading! Summer of 2007 was memorable. That summer was dedicated to JK Rowling and her magical world. There was no end to the discussions. I was … Continue reading Farewell childhood
Oh Kolkata, oh Kolkata! How I sigh every time I think of your lanes, of your various moods, of the ‘aste ladij‘ of the bus conductors, of the kakimas and the didimas, the smell of cha on hot coal mingled with the smell of burnt tobacco. How you have been and will always remain a mystery to me. This is an ode to you- the only … Continue reading Oh Kolkata!
Your lips the color of my womb bleed words that take me to the moon. The look in your eyes set fire to my tomb while your touch comes to me as a boon. Bukowski, you say, is your lover, you claim to be his bread and butter. Gertrude has your heart in a cover, your beauty, if shunned, can lead her to a … Continue reading To the vitruvian woman