It’s eleven o’clock and the power cut has arrived for its second innings after the break it granted me for dinner. I had hung on through the first, moving candles and emergency lights till I found the optimum position for both so I could be seen on a Zoom call. This second innings … Continue reading A power cut across two innings
For the Balcony Man, he wanted to write, Speeches that were short and concise, You can’t go straight to the point, Son, light up a joint, And muddle your words with some vague advice.
There was a mango called Haapoos who hung from a tree in the college campoos. The parrots pecked at him, his life ran dim. In a week, he turned into a limpoos.
We’ve gotta be seen and we’ve gotta be heard we’ve gotta shower the petals and impress the locked-in herd. So, we use them wings to fly across the kingdom’s span while motivational tunes are played on by our army bands. Our department of symbolism will go further with our banners, the officers will salute the … Continue reading For the Corona Warriors
Here we stand on either side of the looking glass and hugs and handshakes shrink from our heads quite fast. Don’t you wish the carrom coin took more time to fly into the corner of the room? Don’t you wish gravity took a deeper breath and gave an extra second, no more no less so … Continue reading Inside Out, Outside In
The fan whirs above me, the T-shirt on the drier hangs limp. I need more zing in my writing, I need I need I need something I can’t figure. Can someone tell me, please? Is there anyone else in this room? Are words always this slippery? Are stories suspended from the sky, their tails hanging … Continue reading Lockdown Word Vomit
Out there on the street is a dog who’s mixing up his barks with his yelps. If I listen intently, I may be able to find the interval of his calls. Would it scare him if I jump out into the balcony at that precise moment? Or would it make him happy? For either to … Continue reading Fitting a curve to animal sounds
Extension On the morning of day 21, the man on television arrives at ten, and begins his speech. Listening to it, I feel like I’m uncoiling a ball of wool in slow motion until I get to the core. The man on television makes me wait for long enough that I have to heat my … Continue reading Extension
On Day 20, emotions run high, and technology is at the forefrunt of conflicts it was meant to resolve. We resolve one by creating a video tutorial and sharing it over WhatsApp. We get parents to share their screens through phone calls and mirrors, not by mirroring screens, but through the real glass ones on … Continue reading Tremors and tech
If the lockdown goes on for too long, I might begin to wonder if the universe is just a sphere with a radius of five hundred meters, everything else is a hologram, and all people outside are simulations. Day 19 of the 21-day lockdown in India