Being Caged

You would know if you have spent a night all by yourself in the countryside. How the dampening moonlight quivers around the eyes while delivering to the ears packets of rhythmic noise from a wedding party on miles away. In the lonely sheet of helplessness where you lay uneasy, these parcels recreate the many weddings you have… Read More Being Caged

Work

  It is 11 a.m. Woke up to a pale sunny morning which was to soon lose its innocence to the maturity and the haughtiness of the noon. What sounded like a marriage procession in the street (at this time of the year??) was the prominent trigger to the whisking away of  lethargy that kept… Read More Work

Strikes

Thank heavens! Infatuations last but hours and minutes. God forbid the outcomes this churning of the being would have had if it were to extend into days of my life that are to follow? This ambience arrests the mind and soul, imprisons it for a phase. Yearning as Wells says in The Time Machine has… Read More Strikes

Sleepy Men

10:15 p.m. Inner Ring Road aka Mahatma Gandhi Marg in Delhi. The stretch of this road from Rajghat to the Maharana Pratap Interstate Bus Terminus. The broad, impressive expanse of this road is interrupted by the narrow divider where Alistonia has just begun to welcome the autumn with its fragrant flowers. Lie untroubled and asleep… Read More Sleepy Men