Evening Musings: A Personal Blog

I go for walks every day. Long solo walks in the evening when the sky is mellow, preparing for nightfall, children prancing about in the park; their jubilant screams when the swings go up in the air charge up the atmosphere around me. I look forward to this time of the day. This activity has…

Scented Meadows

Bittersweet memories of a brief rendezvous with a stranger in a foreign land. A memory she had no idea she had still clung to in the deep recesses of her mind until now.

Blocked Pipes. Blocked Hearts.

My neighbour called me up while I was taking a walk in the evening. Normally, I avoid phone calls when I go for walks but seeing her number flashing on the screen, I knew something was off. We live in a two-storey house and hers is on the ground floor. There is a recurrent issue…

When nostalgia hits

That night, in my dream, I found myself back in school, strolling around the old abandoned wing of the huge complex where the early years of my life, the precious moments of my teenage were still safely tucked away in the cracks of the crumbling walls now partially encroached by an ancient banyan tree. Its hanging roots cried out my name.

Diving deep

Dubuuk Dubuuk The bubbles burst and dispersed as I slowly dived in. The sound was fuller but muffled and gradually it dribbled down to a dullness my ears couldn’t quite catch. The outside world, the world I belong to, was blocked shut, and the world I was descending into had its own set of rules…

Daughters of Venus

They all menstruated on the same day of the month and their monthly cycles ran in sync with the lunar cycle. On a full-moon night, these women performed elaborate cleansing and renewal rituals.

Unchanged

Anna dislikes people who are conceited and self-absorbed and that’s why she could never get along with Sara. Although friendly and jovial in nature, Sara loved having attention solely upon herself. In social gatherings, she would unabashedly talk about her success stories at length. How devoted she was to her projects. How she was hobnobbing…

An Interlude

Every time he was preparing to take a sip, the lines on his sunburnt face stretched a little in anticipation and created an interesting map of squiggly patterns on his temples.

Letter to my son- Personal blog

To the boy who seems to be in a hurry to grow up.. Just slow down and hear me out! I know most of the things I say these days bore you. They may seem outdated, annoying and sometimes outright preposterous. And you are right in thinking so (well, not always ). But let me…

Dog Mama- a personal blog

As soon as they spot her vehicle on the street, these furry babies wiggle their butt and wag their tail in excitement.