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 They may seem outdated, annoying and sometimes outright preposterous.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.

Kadambari

The feeling of alienation, which a woman from a poor family would often experience in a house full of wealthy and excessively proud aristocrats. Kadam quietly endured the snide remarks of her older sisters-in-law, who would often make fun of her poor father who was unable to arrange for a handsome dowry at the time of her wedding. But Rabi was different. Unlike the other members of the family, this budding poet wasn’t pretentious. She became his literary muse.

Post the Masterpiece

A creator, irrespective of his exceptional gifts, can never replicate the level of perfection and beauty of his masterpiece.In the solitary room, he would sharpen his tools, trim the brushes, grind and mix pigments, stretch and level the canvas on the wall, and then get busy capturing the initial impression of the subject he had in his mind. However, it would never be the same.