Tiny Green Bird

Tiny green bird who flew into my room fascinated by the fan, ran circles around it and took joyrides on it like it was a carousel. Tiny green bird who refused to leave, was it the rain or were the indoors too cosy? This is not your life, little bird. Fly out, live in the … Continue reading Tiny Green Bird



I keep a torch handy since I can’t remember when. Bangalore’s erratic power makes it a good-to-have device. It does not have to pour, just a drizzle will suffice to plunge the entire neighbourhood into darkness. There have been times when the power cut has been so long my torch batteries drained out, and I … Continue reading Torches

क्या होता अगर इस शहर में दीवारें होती?

क्या होता अगर इस शहर में दीवारें होती? क्या होता अगर इस जज़ीरे ने सालों पहले अपनी मुट्ठी बंद कर ली होती?   अगर कोई आ जा न पाता, बारिश की उन बूँदों के सिवा जो इसकी उंगलियों के बीच नाचती, इसका मज़ाक उड़ाती और फिर इसकी ज़मीन खुरेदकर थोड़ी सी मिट्टी चुराके डुबो देती … Continue reading क्या होता अगर इस शहर में दीवारें होती?


I will wait for you till the turn of the season when rivers have just begun to get full, their thirst quelled by generous rains that will soon move on further north. Come, if like the river, you too want to be nourished, your thirst quelled with a thousand touches all coming together at once. … Continue reading Wait