Incorrigible book-hoarder. Chai enthusiast. I love books, writing, history, languages, poetry, dogs, teaching and learning. Deeply fascinated by mountains.
(Inspired by Rudy Francisco)
I was born on February 3,That makes me an Aquarius, soI’m supposedly a rebel at heart.I tend to ask uncomfortable questions, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the answers.I’m told that I have a smile that looks Exactly like the smiley…
One of my earliest and fondest memories of childhood is running down a winding road, breathless and panting, just in time to receive my grandpa, getting out of a squeaky auto. Tired after a long journey from Kerala, the train slowly snaking its way through the Western Ghats, all the way to the…
At the age of eleven, when I landed on the shores of Bahrain for the first time, I desperately craved the company of the mountains. Having spent most of my life till then in hill towns, I missed their solid comforting presence — gazing at the silhouette of the Shivalik hills from a home in…
Walking around the streets of Colombo on Christmas Eve,I see starry lanterns and neon lightsTrying to breathe cheer into a weary city.A man in a drunken stupor ambles around,His eyes bloodshot, his speech slurred,As he tries to find salvation in the liquor store.In the…
Writing is an incredibly lonely sport:It demands solitude, far fromPrying eyes and wagging tongues,Away from the banality of small talk.It craves single minded determinationTo transform blood into inkCarving a small piece of immortalityThat will be yours, no matter what.Writing is a jealous lover…