My elder son lives in Truganina, and we are there for a couple of weeks. Both he and my daughter in law are fond of curried prawns. They have both gone to work, and when they return, the first thing they usually do, is head straight to the kitchen to…

There is a flavour That fills the air At the right time And space A flavour that pours in through the skin and sets it aflame Opening it up like so many mouths which say, Give me more, more, more And you know it is because a certain person Just one person At…

Response to a Prompt — The College I taught in was situated in the centre of what was essentially the Bollywood Dream factory. It was a space with huge mansions, tiny well appointed cottages only the very rich can afford, most of the international hotels and a long strip of beach. Along this beach, too…

That’s easy. First you stay put someplace. Alone. Not lonely. Alone. Then you look around and make sure no one is watching you. If no one is, the next step becomes easier. Remove ALL your masks. One by one. Every last one of them. The tearing away may leave lacerations on your skin…some…

Netflix Series Review — Three friends, usually women, go on a vacation, and ‘find’ themselves. A bit of flashback, a bit of booze, a garnish of ‘sexual content’, the necessary visit to a hair-and-face stylist signalling a ‘makeover’, a dragging out of various skeletons in the cupboard: and the viewer is left with…

A Poem about the Senses — Does he touch you Without touching you? Does the down on your arms The colour on your face The heat in your earlobes, the pit in your belly Grow, glow, glimmer, gleam? Do your nostrils flare Lips pucker, Eyes widen, Skin illuminate, Ears sharpen? Does the ground tell you when…

A Hairy Poem — There’s a reason why Long hair feels nice When its just Above my waist, and just below where My saree blouse ends. It helps if it’s curly, naturally, like much of Kerala hair. Just below the saree blouse, and the space where the saree starts, Is an area of skin That’s where the…