Food street – Bangalore

Apologies for delaying this post. Ramadan has come and gone. And probably the food street is back to its daily routine. But the images of this place flashes in my mind, as clear as yesterday. Every year during the holy month of Ramadan, this stretch of road comes alive from the dust of regular life. As though…

Muscat, One last time

The unmistakable ‘imama'(turban) with a mix of subdued brown grey and beige and the long flowing dish-dasha were part of the fabric in my memory. Then came the mellow drift of Arabic ‘As-salamu-alaykum'(Peace be upon you) followed by the pleasantry, ‘Kaif Al hal’ (How is it going). A native Omani has his own dialectical intonation…

Into the Blue

It wasn’t an ordinary day. It wasn’t an ordinary month either. Being strong was weakening from the inside. Grief loomed over me for weeks now and I longed for a break. Probably a trip to some place I have never been. A trip with no familiar faces.. Scavenging through numerous travel groups, forums, I found…

An unsent postcard

I always wanted to send one. But every year I end up not sending. I would remember a week before his birthday, but as the date drew closer, I always ran into some excuse. Some unexpected travel, or work load at office or I simply forgot. I had even thought of sending a belated post…

Face devoid of eyes

I see him day after day, Standing behind the invisible wall.. Dressed in magnificent clothes, I often wonder if he is of noble birth.. His skin as smooth as glass wall, But I know he’s stronger than us all.. With head held high and shoulders strong, He stands still all day long.. Nobody has ever…

A melancholy carol

I curl up my blanket, yet the cold seeps in through some silly crack… I wake up at odd hours, for my pillow has turned into a block of ice.. I lean against the wall and it gives shivers in my spine… I wash my hands and all I feel is the pang of sharp…

Joys of being a programmer

I don’t think people quite get it when I say, I love programming. or that code runs through my veins. I don’t blame them either. I have often been offered sympathetic rolling of eyes from people when I say, I work in software industry. “Oh how you people are made to work long hours”, “isn’t…

Circle of life

What a coincidence. As I glimpse through the Daily Prompt WordPress topics, this one headline catches my eyes “Latest disagreement with a family member or relative – in their perspective“. Seems as if the bold thick font against the white background glares louder than it is intended to… Strangely, disagreement has been taking company of…

May peace be with them. .

I woke up abruptly, as if someone had shaken me up from deep slumber. Totally disoriented and confused. I usually do get up at midnight. But I today I felt disturbed. Did I have a dream? I dont remember. In the dim green back-light of my watch I searched for my glasses, ahh.. its 3!!…

Food for thought

I was quite perturbed by the news I heard today morning. Some one I knew, not in person, but I have seen him in more than one occasion, took away his life. “Committed a suicide”, three little words, yet hard to swallow. The dictionary defines suicide as ‘the intentional taking of one’s life’, I could…

Scar

That ugly wound which dug deep into your flesh, ripping apart the soft tender tissue and blood gushing out, sending all your senses screaming in pain. It would remain tingling there for days, reminding you of its very existence. It’l catapult your soul from the body, when you absent mindedly bang it on the wall…

Starred mail

I patiently wait for my inbox to load. .  Loading. . Loading. . The progress bar seems to be ever expanding. And finally, my white themed traditional Gmail mailbox. . Inbox(3). I skim through the subjects. . “How was your travel”  from one of the online travel booking sites. Yea right! The travel was horrible!…