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 »
A humble tribute to my favorite ghazal singer #JagjitSingh, on his birthday today.
A happy farewell to the year that was… with gratitude and deep thankfulness!
There is just a still silence within you. An untamed, tumultuous mountain river arrested abruptly in mid-flight.
Other people struggle NOT to give up. Your fight begins at the other end of the spectrum.
You don’t know how to give up.
Thank you for taking the turns you took, Life. You never let me get complacent; you never let me get stagnant.
Soni_Soni: Hi! Mohican_Man: Hi to you! Soni_Soni: What have you been up to all day? Mohican_Man: Oh, it has been a lousy day, not worth recounting. What have you been doing? Soni_Soni: Nothing! It’s been a horribly dull day. I got so bored, I could scream! Mohican_Man: In other words you’ve been missing me! Soni_Soni: One of these days I’ll… 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 »