Loose motion, a bad cold, a head ache creeping in… who knew break-ups could get so awful? A crazy Mumbai week ought to set it straight, I thought. But it was not to be. And the usual symptoms presented themselves: I connected the lyrics of every mushy song to it, I smiled at nothing and […]Read More The call of the lover
The setting sun streamed in through old glass windows in the little kitchen, falling directly on the puja corner. Down the corridor, yellow curtains filtered the sunlight entering the bedroom, embracing the entire house in golden warmth. Tea was brewing and its aroma wafted through the tiny apartment. She stood by the stove at the […]Read More Kalpavriksha
Fourteen years ago, on a Christmas morning, our family lost a treasure. The elders had all seen it coming, they had all prepared for it, they knew that Cancer was cruel, that it’ll strike suddenly and we would have a hundred things left unsaid. But an eight-year-old wouldn’t know that, for an eight-year-old, there was […]Read More Our very own Christmas Star
First, it was Deepika Padukone’s ridiculous south Indian accent that put me off. Really, it was bokwaas! Then, it was the stereotypical dark thugs in the film that irked me. When the trailers showed Kathakali dancers and kalaripayatu, I yelled that Chennai is not Kerala… High time we got that right! Let’s not even get […]Read More I am a Tamilian, and I loved Chennai Express
Or had I stopped listening? Two months. New city. No writing! It’s that stage in life, when you’re actually living a dream. You’ve got a job, you live by yourself, you’ve done up your home… You’re also paying bills, cleaning up, cooking, running behind the handyman to stop the rain from flooding the house, learning, […]Read More Did the city stop speaking to me?
Over the years, we made little things for your birthday, clumsy cards and craft work. We always wanted to show you how good we were at making you happy. As children, we knew that anything we made will be a master piece in your eyes. We graduated, we used technology, our creativity looked better with […]Read More Our first and only superman
It’s not just today, or one incident, or one person or situation. It’s been phenomenon for a while now – long enough to characterize your short experience with life. It is the phenomenon of having a mind that wills its own way. It starts in middle school, when you’re feet are shaky with the surge […]Read More The agony of having a mind of your own