Learning to play

Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy was one of the earliest tunes I learnt to play on a guitar a friend had lent to me. Two chords strummed with such enthusiasm, the rhythm didn’t matter. We didn’t care about getting the pitch right Even if someone thought we should. Just another memory from the times when we made …

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Revisit

So here's another collab with Swati Singh. You can check out the earlier collaboration here, and do check out her Instagram page. I'm also open to collaborate with other forms of art. If you have some visual art - a photograph / illustration / sketch / painting or anything else you like - and would …

Hurried

You answer the phone,thousands of kilometers shrink into seconds,oceans collapse under telecom networks,and you thank technologyfor making this connection.The conversation turns into an interview,you respond to questions,and slip in yourswhen there’s space for one.As the minutes move past you,the questions fly by thicker,and there’s no breathing spacebetween the last answerand the next question. You slow …

Displacement

The cold air of the AC grazes my neck. Our lattes arrive. I glance at the frothy cream in my cup and look at my father, wondering if he misses the Irani restaurant that has been replaced by this café. He says he doesn’t. He tells me the Irani place shut shop years ago. He …

Entering a contest and I need your help

Couldn't have been a more blatant plug, no? I need a hand. Or hands. Or clicks. Submitted a poem to the Tata LitLive MyStory Contest. Here's the entry:http://wshe.es/TrfxIv2i Do click on the link above and vote if you think the poem is good enough; Of course it's damn good 😉 The line breaks seem to have …