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...

2011 Concluded !!

Before I set on to write a summary of the year that went by, I read through a few posts on this blog again, primarily to take a note of the ...

What Money Can’t Buy

The perfume she wore was overbearing, much like her presence after her performance was over. As she turned around, I saw her flashing the sa...

The Supreme Vice

“Started on a short story after ages I guess and attempting the noir for the first time. I guess I am a little rusty here. Let’s see if...

Just Something That Rhymes…

There's this place, that you can't see where I sow & grow what belongs to me It keeps me alive it keeps me sane it helps me wad...

And The Agony Continues…

I can’t believe that I am actually posting another article on Mumbai attacks. I wish I had a short lived memory like our lawmakers and judic...

When it doesn’t make sense…

Barren vastness, silent beats burning ground and tired feet You wish there was a hole in the wall to escape through As darkness falls The ...