This Thing Called Love

(Disclaimer : I do not condone violence or aggression in relationships. No one has the right to intimidate, coerce or violate another human being’s personal space no matter how intimate their relationship. No person should have to live with anyone who violates this space. This article is reflective of my personal experiences and is no…

A Home for Renu

  ‘Renuuuu! Come on out to play!’ Asha, Sangi and Kiran were standing on the porch of Mrs. Omkar’s home and shouting out for their friend and c lassmate Renu Omkar. There was no response. The house seemed deathly quite. Yet the girls knew that there had to be someone home. The family car was…

The End Of Innocence (Chp 1)

The house seemed empty. Almost all the guests who had arrived to celebrate Aunty Connie and Uncle Leo’s 25th wedding anniversary had left. A few remaining stragglers dallied around in the specially built pandals in the large courtyard, devouring the last remnants of the free alcohol and the traditional meal of mutton biryani, served with…

When Jack Daniel met Johnny Walker

I was at this hoi-polloi party once. It was hosted by a high maintenance kind of gal. I assumed she was born with the quintessential silver spoon in her mouth or at least she pretended to be. Her beautiful bungalow was crowded with what my partner liked to call “arty farty” types. All there to…

There’s Something about Gary

I am not easily moved Skepticism and cynicism are my bosom buddies. They run deep in my veins.  In my personal life, during an emotional crisis, they are my lifeline to sanity. They are also life savers in my muggle world work-life where I get to witness human depravity and sadness at its best. But…

I like big words and I cannot lie

My friend Atime has a serious obsession with convoluted, big-ass words And when I say ‘big’ I mean “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”  kind of big. She tells me she thinks there’s a certain solidity and substance about big words that makes her feel like she’s trying to convey something of great importance. I personally think it is a…

Death of a Fig Tree (a parable retold)

  (Image by Anthony Majanlahti) I love the feel of the cool gentle breeze against my tender green leaves. Their sheen reminds everyone that there is no other tree equal to me in the whole of Jerusalem. My deep brown bark has faced many a harsh summer and my lofty strong boughs have swayed to…

Wheel of Fortune

Wheel of Fortune   (Art by: Caras Inout) The clown of destiny Endless, relentless, unstoppable Sowing his treacherous cards Over a bleak and tired earth Cards of dread Of misery, hunger, hope and pain For all the world to reap and rejoice For all the world to reap and mourn The world’s fate Hangs precarious…

The Tyranny of Obedience

Obedience comes easy to me. I have been well-trained. I have feared disobedience for as long as I can remember. This has often translated into a rigid stance (more in my head) about all things connected to writing which then goes on to curb my creativity. I think of what I could have done differently…

Something’s broken

Something’s broken – finished – no longer there I can’t quite name what it is But I sense it is not whole anymore – not enough It has been given away ..far too much – far too many times It has been shattered.. fractured beyond being made whole again I don’t know when I broke…