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

Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe … More

Dear friend of my heart, who wanders listlessly in the deserted streets of wakeful nights, searching for someone who would … More

Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned … More

Dear Friend of my Heart, We were so deeply immersed in a callous darkness, drawing feeble lines of colors we … More

Dear Friend of my Heart, I saw a middle-aged man sit beside a sapling and speak to it of everything … More

Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of … More

Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing … More

repetition. The same movement over and over, every time a little off. Every time the same movement? A little off? … More