Reflections

cold winds of time that envelop my heart freezes the core stiffens in stance I wonder how the warm tears flowing down my cheek dont reach there and melt the cast the laugh lines on my skin remind of a time when a smile was the easiest to come the algae of sadness that veils my colourful vision wait for the cheeks to rise up and kiss them with life

Woh Sardi ki narm dhup woh chai main dubey biscuit woh choti- choti khushiyaan jo saara din aati- jaati rahi woh jhule jo mere aasmaan to chuthe the vish-amrit aur gallery ka pagalpan paranthe aur tamatar ke sauce ka lunch aur baingan raja ki kahaniyaan aaj naye shahar ki bheed main akelepan ke sannate main aankhen dhundti hai woh ek chehra jise dekhkar lagta tha khushi hai. yehi zindagi hai. manzar chale gayen raahen badal gayin mausam kahin ghum hue bas yaadein reh gayin yaadon ki shawl lapete armaanon ki galiyon main ghum rahi hun apna badalta astitva dekh hairaan ho rahi hun khawaabon main bhi na dekha jo aaj wahan aa gayi hun zindagi ne ek aur mod liya hai main baahen failay khadi hun.

Today, for the first time I saw a spectacular..it was a 'barat of a bride'. Not that I am a hardcore feminist but I just could let this day pass by without acknowledge what I had witnessed. This is the same country where women are burnt for dowry and here I was waiting to cross the road as soon as the huge procession of dancing people pass by. It took me while to realize that its a wedding procession of a girl..The bride seated on a lavish sofa carriage being pulled by some men was being taken to the wedding 'mandapam'. I know for sure that this is not the tradition in the south of India and might just be another lavish affair for the people to talk about months after the wedding is over. But to consider such a scenario happening is amazing. I mean, which woman wouldn't want to feel so important on the day of her wedding?. But to ride a chariot... well that is another realm altogether..on a personal note, I dont believe in lavish weddings.. its another case that i d...

Heritage Religion Politics the colour blue: sanctity, purity, cleanliness,order, new To wade off evil eye: coconut,aloe vera leaves, palm leaf shell, shells. All tied in jute thread, hung at the centre of entrance. effigy of a man in lifesize.

Have you ever heard your heart cry?..almost like howling in pain? and when your mind hears it do u pity yourself or does it perplex you?.. what happens when no amount of consolation drives you to stop the bloody tears from flowing?

There is an image etched on me..i dont know if its on the heart or the mind or the soul..it just refuses to leave. It goes like this...One morning I was late for office and was rushing to the bus stop..on the way I remembered my cell phone forgotten at home. Cursing all the way I turned back and started walking home..as fast as I could. In front of me I saw rag picker girl, barely 12, covered only in a sheet of what looked like a worn out mat...She was walking towards me in the same pace that I was walking towards her. Obviously ignoring the scores of people staring at her walk away. My heart skipped a beat. Unconsciously I slowed down..part of me wanted to stop and help her..another part was too stunned to react and yet another part was feeling ashamed of my existence.It wasn't the fact that she only had a mat to cover her, It was the walk, the look in her eyes, the confidence with which she carried herself. This was probably my first exposure to rape on the streets and it was jus...