It’s an odd year. Never before has anyone felt an urge to appreciate the mundane and the normal. Every single … More
Category: Self, other
Do you have a letter for me?
I miss writing letters. My father would tell me this story of my childhood. When I was about 2 or … More
Dhanushkoti- An Unfinished Story
“… and the flood carried away the land..”, said Paatti (grandmother). “But what happened to Kamala, Vani, Paramu, Neelu and … More
My dad told me a lot of stories. Stories from the mythologies, supernatural thrillers from his ancestral home, story of … More
An Echo of a Smile
I saw him conversing with time.
Awaiting an epiphany
The sublime conversations of the consciousness wanting to constantly overpower the human desire. Perhaps that will always be the way of the world.