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Life in its choicest elements

Life in its choicest elements

The bus was ugly. Full of grime, dust and vegetables. Set against the dusty backdrop of Sector 62, Noida, it looked even uglier. But I had no choice other than getting aboard. With darkness setting in fast, I needed to rush home. It was only after I was seated in a Ladies seat, thoughtfully left … Continue reading »

The green-eyed monster

The green-eyed monster

Have you ever been jealous? My little cousin claims she is all green when it comes to a certain pretty girl in school. The pretty girl – and there is an unmistakable scowl underlining the adjective – features in all the ‘crush lists’ that ‘slam books’ contain. This girlie is incidentally the History teacher’s pet … Continue reading »

Murder in the Water Filter

~ Second Prize Winning Entry in  Indiblogger’s “Crusade Against Chlorine” Contest ~ There is a major defect in the way our brains are wired, ‘our‘ encompassing most of us. Give us a thing that has been smoothly percolating down from generation X to generation Y and the odds of its reappearance in generation Z are … Continue reading »

Singing in the Shower

There’s something about bathroom tiles. I am not sure if it’s the smoothness of their texture (wiped clean once a week by my landlady’s very own baai) or the delightful violet colour of their form. But the moment I step into the shower and it begins to pour in torrents, the sleeping singer in me … Continue reading »

The Delhi Fog

She’s an early riser, the Delhi fog – dousing the sun with a sleeping pill. Her arms long come crawling to me, as watching I sit by the window sill. She paints the lane a canvas grey, the shivering bush shadowy turns. Watchmen huddle in misty groups, warming their hands as a fire burns. Into … Continue reading »

The Day it Rained on the Onions

Good Luck Cafe has stopped serving onions with the food. Renowned for delectable chicken goodies, its customers are having a tough time going without the tangy onion flavour in their tangdi kababs. To add insult to the injury, they now accessorize with watery cucumbers. “Didn’t I hear Maharashtra is the major onion producer in India?” … Continue reading »

Rain in Pune

When in Pune it will rain, the sky mushroom with patches of  grey, Then by the window I will sit and quietly watch the clouds sway. The little kid on the first floor, with his wild unruly hair, With a start he’ll flee inside, from behind his Mom stare. The trembling creeper on the outer … Continue reading »