The gold medallist from Bechu and Mrs Roentgen
“The earth must revolve around the sun. And the moon must revolve around the earth. When the moon decides to revolve around the sun, there will be chaos in the solar system.” These were not words from…
Rainy mornings
There is something precious about rainy mornings. The rain batters against the windows and you look out of your kitchen. For once you don’t mind the untidy overgrowth of green in the lawn. The diamond drops on…
Out of Control
My words don’t listen to me any longer They are out of my control. One little fellow decides To climb up your window And knock on the glass. I whisper to him, My brow furrowed Come back!…
War of words at Windsor
The recent Meghan Markle-Prince Harry wedding at Windsor Castle reminded me of the time when I visited Windsor. The year was 2007. It had been three months since I had reached London on a Commonwealth Fellowship. It…
The Surge of Strength
We were in school that morning, but not studying in our classrooms. There was a buzz in the air. The school Annual Day function was scheduled at 5.30 that evening. All the students were busy with the…
Cleansing ritual
The sound of the rains Wakes me up At the unearthly hour of four. The rain pouring down The broad plantain leaves Outside my window Sounds like the Loud roar of a waterfall. I hear the rain…
Insatiable Appetites
We are being fed With a steady diet Of falsehoods, Manufactured truths, And lies. This colourful Enhanced imagery Strikes all our senses, Hour after hour Till we succumb— Completely addicted. Our ravenous hunger Demands more of the…
The Pendant
This morning I noticed That a few tiny crystals Had fallen off My favourite pendant. It has lost some of its shimmer Though its elegance Remains unaffected. They say precious jewels Are supposed to be stored…
The Art of Waiting
I remember reading this analogy somewhere, probably in one of Osho’s works. He talks of a woman who has a baby growing in her womb. She cannot hurry the process. The seasons come and go. The phases…
The Mussaenda Memories
I was in Pondicherry three decades after I had left the place. Pondicherry is where I grew up, and memories from those formative years clung to me like a second skin. The house where we lived for…
