It was a fine Friday. The noon-day sun was bright. Trees gossipped loudly about their new summer leaves. A certain beetle (who inherited the dignified family name of ‘Mr. Beetle’) decided to take a walk. Mr Beetle was a substantially … Continue reading Mr Beetle’s Walk
Don’t you think that stories are sometimes like butterflies? They come unexpectedly, and if you’re not ready with a net of words, they flit away and are lost. All winter long, I walk past a tiny white moth story on … Continue reading A winter love story
Today is Saturday: I drink hot caffeinated drinks in three forms (coffee, tea, and cocoa). Hence, for the whole day I am a mess of twitters and jitters; cleaning up the house, working on writing, editing audio, pulling out paints. In honour of such a Saturday, I present you with this poem. It is a treasure of randomness. Continue reading Guess What?
An overheard quarrel with the sun: does night exist? Continue reading Anonymous Complaint to the Sun (after a quarrel)
How to to procrastinate on school prep? Make a creamy pot of chai, watch the milk swirl and as the chai darkens feel the words forming in your mind. Write them as you drink the chai.
Procrastination: check. Continue reading Chai and Me
Misadventure is…walking three hours on June 13 in sweaty heat without water to go to a play that won’t show till July 11. Continue reading Define:Misadventure