• Silver linings

    A different way with words

    I was scrolling down messages on social media one evening when something caught my eye. Snuggled between brainless forwarded posts and silly memes was a line which said “I am dyslexic.” Strangely it went unnoticed and no…

  • Musings

    Melting identities

    I am supervising my nephew as he fills up the boxes on his Maharashtra State Board examination form. As we reach question 11, my jaw drops. It asks: Minority Religion:  0 – Non-minority, 1- Muslim, 2-Christian, 3-Buddhist,…

  • Musings

    Whose Gandhi is it anyway?

    Once a year, the sleepy village of Sevagram shudders into wakefulness. On 2nd October. Gandhi Jayanti. When hundreds of politicians and their minions extract their white kurta-pyjamas from their cupboards, shake the dust off their Gandhi topis…

  • Poems

    Friction

    I stand at the edge of the ocean And watch the mighty waves Lash against the rocky shore. Their music fills my soul. Friction. Between the waves and the rocks Churns out the rhythm of the sea.…