Biggest Change In 2017: Grieving When You Lose Love

Featured, Reflections on 2017, Relationships

Many years ago, back in 2002, I got my first dog, Bambi. She was a senior dog, almost seven or eight years old, and given away by my English professor in college. I didn’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to adopt Bambi. I don’t think I thought much. I didn’t have any […]

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An Ode To My Soulmate: Goodbye Is Not A Word

Featured, Musings, Relationships

am not a person who believes that soulmates are only of the romantic sort. No. To me, soulmates are anyone with whom we have an intense soul connection . Such soul connections are not always easy. Having a soulmate is not about looking at the stars but gazing at the embers in the ashes of […]

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Nostalgia, my Father


I read the wonderful Bangalore Blue last month by Steven Carvalho. I was so delighted by the nostalgia it evoked that I have been recommending this to anyone I know who loves Bangalore. First, it was my sister. And then, I gave it to my Dad. My father doesn’t read anything apart from a newspaper. […]

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Meeting Old Age

Featured, Short Stories

The doctor’s diagnosis was swift. An orthopedic surgeon is what he called himself. That came with all the credentials that he had acquired over the years. MBBS. FHRCS. MS – fancy alphabets that were tagged on to his name like the extensions of a comet’s tail. He didn’t even need to be a doctor to […]

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Blue Funks


I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I last posted on this blog. This was meant to be my little place out in the world. I can’t believe how much that little world inside me has changed. It has shrunk and I can barely see out of it.I watched two movies today. “The […]

June 29, 2014


Short Stories

Walking around in the graveyard, little flowers peeked underneath the grass. Long blades of grass. Shifting in the autumnal breeze. The ground underneath didn’t bear thinking but it should. The flowers. The grass. The stones. The tombstones. Underneath lies rotting carcasses. Bones of death. Flesh decayed. Molten fluid surrendering to the fresh earth. I walked […]

August 25, 2013



The last post on this blog was in September 2012. It’s now 2013. I can’t believe that it’s been already three months into this year. It’s a year that has begun on a weird, and rather unfathomable note, like my ol’ friend, Boy, would say. I am here – trying to think of all that […]

March 10, 2013

My War with Chinese


This blog has been so neglected of late. It feels like an abandoned child, and so does my writing. I haven’t written anything in months – I wonder why. As a writer, I have never felt the overwhelming intensity to just pour the crass and the crap and the beauty out of living. It’s just […]

September 2, 2012

Turning Around


I haven’t been able to write in a while. I don’t know why – I have travel stories still moving around in my head, turning the corners of roads I have already been. There are life stories that invite me to fall back on memory – there are stories that need no category, that are […]

July 15, 2012

My life has been the poem…


My life has been the poem I would have writBut I could not both live and utter it. ———————- HD Thoreau. ———————- And how much would I have wanted the poem? And how much the life? Life brings poetry, or poetry brings to it life?

June 30, 2012


Short Stories

I like mangoes. A lot. Cliches call it the king of fruits. I wonder if there is a queen of fruits. King or queen, I love its succulence. At its richest, it’s an unending source of pulpy goodness. Why would a manufacturer bottle such goodness? Kind of life how we do for all the good […]

June 7, 2012

The Bus

Short Stories

It’s always like this. I take two buses to office. I get down at this old part of Bangalore, called KR Market, or Krishnarajendra Market. My bus drops me outside Tipu Sultan’s decaying and crumbling fort. The Market is much like the Fort. It’s an abysmal representation of the ‘real’ India. I had once sent […]

June 2, 2012



Why do I feel that this poem resonates so deeply with everything I feel? Frozen by Natasha Head I have seen a life laid to waste,in the name of pure stubbornness,in the absolute definition of denial. I see my own life.Caught up on the same rails,charging full steam ahead,to a tunnel where no light shines. […]

May 30, 2012

When A Run Does Not Mean Running Away


I think I am guilty of that – sometimes, I feel I have run away from problems. Every time I am unhappy, I find myself flying to China. But then, I think that’s not running away – it’s running towards happiness. Today, I ran a different race. For the first time ever, I ran a […]

May 27, 2012