Morning alarm

The school bus arrives at 7 am every day. It notifies everyone, even the non-student me, with its shrill piercing horn. I’m lucky if I’m awake by then. Else it feels like a spear puncturing my ear, or a nail being hammered in from the other ear, or both happening at the same time, and …

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Sound logic

Just another day to scurry back home. Like ants, we keep our heads down and follow the trail. Wrapped in the metal armour of cars and buses, our ears filter out noise like the shutter of a camera, and still fail, as the pinpricks on the road perforate eardrums and transform them into sieves. No …

मेरे घर क आस पास कई गलियाँ खोदी गई हैं

मेरे घर क आस पास कई गलियाँ खोदी गई हैं आंत खींचकर बाहर रख दी है मज़दूरों ने| रास्ते ऐसे सिकुड़ गए हैं जैसे गला दबा रहा है कोई इनका, प्रशासन ही है शायद|   मिट्टी की ढेरों के बीच कभी कभी जब टैक्सी चलती है GPS भी कहता है, 'भाई, कितने चक्कर लगवाओगे आज? …

Dear motorist

Dear motorist who drove past me, almost scraping my skin. Do you see the road as a plain sheet devoid of traffic? Does a cyclist seem to you a dot you can shrink further into nothing? Do you think you cause no damage when you force me off the road or drown me with your …