Impulsive Outpourings

Two days of nostalgia. Triggered by two events - one absolutely unrelated and another that has carved for itself a permanent place in my...

It’s magic that keeps me sane in the real world.  What gives me hope is the sheer possibility of carving out a small porthole in mid-air...

Now how often do you get to wish your grandfather on his ninetieth birthday?  Today my maternal grandfather turned ninety. Hap...

My conversations with KrA, when involving the arcane questions I am prone to ask so often these days, end up being monologues. And somehow...

For a long time now I have been wanting to stage my life in London. And because I haven't been able to so far, I have been pining for...

The car turns around the bend I throw my head back To catch a glimpse of her by the window We have an intense resemblance, I know...

Grandma died today. My paternal Grandma. She was 85. Or 86.  She would have turned a year older tomorrow, if one were to consult ...

God, or whoever created the Universe, must have had a fetish for rotundity. Why else would the earth be round or life come full circle?  ...

        So the rapists ought to be castrated and butchered, ours is a nation of political eunuchs, and RIP The-Lass-Who-Died-Unnamed. And so...

Oh my dreamland. I won't take your name, not for now, not in a public forum. But all I can think of these days is getting to you, ...