Romancing the rain

I could feel it in the air last night while returning home. . You blew the shawl off my shoulder, sweeping the roads, tickling the leaves. .You came charging into my home as I open the doors, making the curtains fly high and banging the windows. As I stand in the balcony, I could hear the…

A tribute

This is a tribute that I pay to my teacher. . after 8 long years. To my math teacher, I was never a “complan girl”. Never the extra-brilliant one. I’m not under-estimating myself but yes, I can get confused with numbers beyond my fingers and toes. And that too in class 12! As every kid…

Bakra

Tea stalls in Bangalore are always crowded with the street dogs, street urchins and the IT professionals. What a combination! I cannot quite explain what I feel when I see these kids. Sometimes they annoy you. They nag you till you shove a 1Re coin into their hands. They demand money as if it is…

120 seconds

Pin drop silence except for my heavy breathing. . Pitch dark. . Palms sweaty. . Adrenaline kicking in. . Slowly I find it difficult to breath. . My heartbeat, faster than helicopter wings. . Walls closing in. .                                   …

Moments of rare encounters with my other-self

If you ask what exactly triggered me into creating a blog space. I really don’t have a clue, may be social networks were driving me crazy and I needed an alternate space of my own, some turf in the virtual web where I could collate my random thoughts, rather than flicking through unknown profiles or…

What if. .

This happened some time back. Probably 3 to 4 years back. I was a frequent train traveler then, a college student. I studied at a college which was roughly 200kms from home. Going home every weekend was impossible. But somehow I managed it once a month. I preferred trains as it gave me the luxury of making myself comfortably…