People often tell me I look younger than I am. Some impolite bastards even say I'm lying about my age. Now, what can I possibly gain from lying, except some pride? I have that in small measure, so any source is okay. But I digress. When someone does say I look younger, I am in … Continue reading Younger


Some pauses, the accidental ones, the half ums, the ers, appear out of nowhere, like camouflaged speedbreakers on a highway. They disrupt rhythm, throwing speaker and listener a few inches off the ground, without caring to break their fall. But pauses, when used right, intentionally, add gravitas. Like this line. Split into three. Or this: … Continue reading Pauses


Okay, so Sarahah has taken over social media, which is weird for an app that guarantees anonymity to users. Like Gujarat tourism being endorsed by Kingfisher. Getting back to Sarahah, my Facebook wall this week has been plastered with turquoise green screenshots – until then I thought turquoise was a mythical colour. I don’t get … Continue reading Sarahahaha

The caterpillar

His hunger he can never sate and he never ever discriminates. If you question his eating and ask why, he’ll say he wants to be a butterfly. 100 Days of Happy Poems, Poem 2 Inspired in no small measure by Ogden Nash and his animal poems.