To my best senior at school

Hello Sanchana,

I was a year junior to you in DAV (I have a feeling you’d know me) and I just remembered I need to be thanking you a great deal for something. ( I know, out of the blue!)

Gratefulness for 45 things

To the able doctor who brought me to my mother,
to the colors of my heart that tell me alive,
to the many babies born in a day & the many greying that strike me alive,
for a heart, a brain, skin, nerves, eyes and the body with all its electricity,
to the faces I know and for the…

III. Curating rescues in writing {Apnd. 1}

Drafts Before & After a Good Night’s Sleep

2. (Arising rescues appended here. Older, below.)

1. Note — First person (I/me/mine), in excess, registers as centered about oneself…

Between two halves of a family pack ice cream

Tonight like every night since December was long, leisurely, and uneventful. Because I felt like it, sliced open half a family pack of tooti frooti Ice-cream for myself at 4 of dawn, to hear sparsely cawing crows from the kitchen window and a…

#B

Big mistake or a small mistake, it doesn’t matter

Brainy boss says this with a boisterous laughter.

Benighted by his generosity, I seek the reason

Believing that I shall remember it at least for a season.

To be cared for

I have a history of landing in Kolkata sick or landing here and getting sick. Cracking the subliminal mystery of why that happens will be a project for another time, but for the moment as I type up this gratitude all I can say is that nothing will endear you more to life than being cared for when…

Classmate

I used to write in a small size classmate notebook every night before I go to bed. Basically I was talking with myself in that note book every night. Since I will be the only one to see those writings I had so much freedom. So writings just poured and I didn’t have to check for spelling or grammatical error. I…

Shivani

All by herself she lives in a small one bed room flat in Bangalore. Working in a startup non profit based company that teaches yoga and meditation she earns by designing posters, banners and T-shirts. In free time she paints, teaches yoga and travel places.

Residue of ex

Ex in-law. But a Maa once is a Maa forever. Even if what forged that relationship is dead for 16 years. Tough to see a loved one’s failing health. But to see that glow and warmth that can’t be feigned . . . it’s worth walking that delicate balance. Lucky to be loved, and luckier to still be able to walk…