• Musings

    The Intruder in my Dreams

    I am a dreamer. I dream every night. They are long-winding technicolour dreams. And the best part is- I remember my dreams vividly.  Just this morning I was dreaming a multi-part dream (they do exist, if you…

  • Musings

    The pensive pen stories

    We were on vacation in Ootacamund that summer. Ooty. We were staying at Lawrence School, Lovedale, where Do aur Do Paanch was recently shot. My father was attending a summer training there and we accompanied him to…

  • Musings

    The loony goon

    I was assisting an appendicectomy in the middle of the night in the operating room, when a senior colleague came up and offered to take my place. ‘There’s a message from the casualty,” he said, “They are…

  • Musings

    The words in my head

    “Ask her not to waste her time writing blogs, and switch to more productive things.” The message that I receive, doesn’t bother about being subtle, and is in my face. I pause for a moment to imbibe…

  • Musings

    Bridging the divide

    There are two vivid images in my mind from my years in Pondicherry. I must have been seven or eight years old then. The first image is of glass from the windows of our classroom shattering noisily,…

  • Musings

    Nothing can bring back the hour

    The auto-rickshaw swerved, trying to avoid the many potholes on the road, while I clutched desperately on to my suitcases. This was going to be a long break. We were on the way to the railway station…

  • Musings

    Clipped wings and our silences

    “Care for a coffee break?”, I asked my colleague, peeping into her room.  She looked at the papers strewn on her desk with a frown and shrugged. “You go ahead. I have work,” she smiled weakly. “No,…

  • Reviews,  Web series

    Sacred Games: Riveting fare

    Word about this new original Indian web series has spread like an epidemic. You can’t escape the memes either. Sacred Games. Currently available on Netflix. It made me so curious that I had to see it. And once…