A Letter to Write…और अनकही

Never thought this would make it from the drafts..It just seemed better after I read it last night than the time when I wrote it. Interestin...

Two Friends I Will Never Have Enough Of…

During my early teen years, I spent a lot of evenings with someone who left an indelible mark on my being. This guy happened to be a medical...

Another Day, Another Morning….

Once there was a day that was born out of the womb of a sleepless night, a day which gave way to a weary sluggish afternoon and a forlorn sa...

The Time Traveler

I tried telling her again that evening that we had met somewhere someplace else before. She did not believe it. I tried quoting a few things...

The Payback

By the time you read this, I would be gone. Gone long enough to have never existed. A story untold, forgotten between the pages which never ...

When you live long, you die more than once…

I read about the death of yesteryear’s actress Achala Sachdev a day after she passed away. She died at a ripe age of 91 after prolonged hosp...

Un Dino..

कुछ उन दिनों की बात है जब जाड़ों की झीनी धूप अपने साथ ऊंघते, अलसाये,   दिन में पलते सपने लाती थी.   तब शायद दिसम्बर का महीना इतना सर्द नहीं ह...

Tere Bin…

This one too made it from the drafts somehow…been a few years since I wrote it though. सूखे होंठ, रूखे बाल गीली रातें, मूक सवाल भागती ...

Zihaal-e-Miskin…

Stumbled upon this wonderful piece by Amir Khusro’s which serves as an example of his mastery over Persian and Brij Bhasha and fell in love...

In Passing…

I need another dream. Another reason for me to sift through my being all over again. My reality is farced with all ingredients that I had to...

Shab Ko Roz…

Heard this song from ‘Tera Kya Hoga Johnny’ recently and it kind of stuck. I don’t think that the movie was much of a commercial success but...

Of a Railway Station, Wounds and Clouds

I first met her in a coffee shop over a cordial conversation but for some reason I like to believe that I had first met her on a railway pla...

I Will Always Love You…

One of my all time favorite songs and one of Whitney Houston’s all time specials. This one still rings an old familiar chord somewhere. Rest...

Octopus in My Coffee

The ‘left-over’ from an ‘authentic’ Chinese take-away found its way into my morning cup of coffee – thanks to my fifteen months old daughter...

कुछ था…

कुछ था अधूरा सा शाम के कोनों पर सिमटता छुपता  हाथ से छूने पर जो पिघलता बहता था कभी आँखों से छन कर सिरहाने सूखता और सुबह होने तक कहीं ...

The Winter

Maybe I should fly south with the last flock and stay away from the winds. Yesterday, in the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of...