Another Letter to the Beautiful Stranger

Dear acquaintance of my soul, From a safe distance, from the corner of my eye, I had listened to your … More

Wet paper

Dear Friend of my heart. A yellow paper boat floats into my world, across time, I gasp and laugh a … More

Sustaining Vagabondage

All words wither, a river of rain falls upon my bare skin at midnight. Servus imprisonment, the mother of all … More

Rain and Reminiscing

It rains. My mind drifts. It feels like I made a mistake somewhere along the path. I cannot help but … More

We broke the clocks and seasons

Dear friend of my heart, I got rid of the clock on the wall long ago. My wrists have been … More

a drowsy afternoon

Dear friend of my heart, The sweltering mid-summer afternoons here in Dehradun are not half as unbearable in the placid … More

A Gypsy in Dehradun

When I studied the west, which is all many of us seem to be doing by design, I came across … More

O Monkey, Monkey, wherefore art thou Monkey?

There was a time, though I cannot seem to either remember or imagine it anymore, when I was actually excited … More

Writing Potion

That brown earthy aroma of ground coffee in a wicked alliance with rum is made homelier with a deliberate allowance … More

a shameless bibliophile

To study literature is perhaps the most grueling, even a macabre torment that a lover of literature could invite upon themselves. The horror lies in the fact that one ends up failing to enjoy literature as they once did and they are not even aware of it for years.