Old buildings are like old people. With creaking spines and leaking pipes. With cranky roofs and wrangy temperament. With wrinkled façades sprinkled with a sparkling wit and crackling cynicism. Old buildings are like old books. Every fold in their skin holds a story between them; waiting to be held, caressed and soothed. A … Continue reading Farewell, Old Guard…
Old Grey houses bleeding tears of casual coral and muted maroon. Row after row after row of lackadaisical cobblestone aligned next to each other; sharing only walls not wails. Deathly pale, standing still as though for a military drill that never was... Lanes and by lanes filled with mud, darkness and poverty criss-cross these old … Continue reading Sentinels of yore…Its time to wake up!
As the night fades away, a minuscule change in the Gregorian calendar resets the Date and Time as I know... A wet October 20, 2019 dawns on me. The day passes me by like a typical aftermath of a torrential rainy day in a city that calls the Arabian sea its friendly neighbour. Its 15:45 … Continue reading To Nairobi with Love
Life is fleeting... Yeah, yeah! I know you have heard this so often that your ears bleed blue every time you hear it these days. The bloody phrase (or is that a statement? Who cares anyway!) has been my nemesis since I was born. If you have been hunted down by delirious demons all your … Continue reading Caution: Speed-breaker ahead!
How important are dreams? Just how important are your dreams to you? And how important are fulfilment of these dreams to you? In the boring routine that Life is; from waking up feeling exhausted to going to bed feeling even more exhausted, what place does a dream hold to you? To a lot of … Continue reading In Pursuit of Loss
Amidst the blinding visual imagery of a non existing simulated world of gaming, that entices your mind with its sinister grip of numbness; What do you seek? Amongst the compulsive sexual imagery of a faux world of carnal pleasure, that paralyses your body with its sterile grip of nothingness; What do you seek? Between the … Continue reading Eternal Damnation
It hits me the moment I get off the train. The heat. The sweat. The salt. The sea. The aura of steaming heat arising out of my melting skin. The sting of the salt in the sea of sweat I am swimming in. The stench of fish, leisurely leaking out of the lazy … Continue reading If its Madras, it must be Rose Milk!