It was World Environment Day on 5th June. The day came and went without too much fanfare. Some token tree plantations, lots of photo-ops, the same hackneyed speeches and that was that. You more or less waved the day a desultory adieu, happy to throw the faint tinge of guilt off and pack it up to be donned again next… Read more »
Imagine a learned, erudite man; a man who has lived and breathed words all his life. This is a man has won accolades for his talent of stringing beautiful words evocatively; for communicating emotions not only with sensitivity but with aplomb. He is a poet par excellence, there is no doubt about it. He effortlessly enriches simple life experiences… Read more »
I bought a book* around fifteen years ago. For some reason I can no longer remember, I did not read the book for almost three years after I got it. There it sat, gathering dust, while I struggled trying to find a foothold in the dense fog. All the while, if I had but read the book, I might have… Read more »
Met a suave gentleman yesterday in connection with some paper-work related to Tissayra. On my behalf, this gentleman (an advocate) had applied for some permissions/ registrations with some government departments. When he sent the forms to me to be filled out, I noticed that he had pre-filled some of the columns. For one, he had given his own email ID… Read more »
A happy farewell to the year that was… with gratitude and deep thankfulness!
Happy Birthday to Rugs Of Life… !
I’m genuinely and mightily amused- and have been, for a couple of days. This is the kind of amusement that will always retain a pocket of privacy, no matter how widely and verbosely one describes it to the world. More than the public part, it is this irrevocably private fold that is sending me into paroxysm of undiluted hilarity. There’s… Read more »
Continued from Broken Wings (I) and Broken Wings (II) A week after her elder sister had been married off, he had forced himself on her. She took her sister’s place who was his ‘plaything’ before Malti. He had formed an incestuous relation with his first daughter even before the child had turned ten. In that sense, Malti was luckier. She… Read more »
Continued from Broken Wings (I) Raj and Meera were school teachers. They also conducted private coaching classes for which they used the old house where Meera’s mother used to live before she passed away. Opposite that house was where Malti lived with her family. Malti had a father, a step-mother, an older sister who was married and a younger brother…. Read more »
She was a painfully thin girl. That’s the first thing I remember about her. The rest of the things I remember have mashed together into one huge ball of raw pain. I never wanted to remember any of them, but I do. Oh, but I am telling you the story from the wrong end! Let me begin at the beginning…. Read more »