Category: Reflections
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Lone Fox Dancing
As I walked home last night I saw a lone fox dancing In the cold moonlight. I stood and watched. Then Took the low road, knowing The night was his by right. Sometimes, when words ring true, I’m like a lone fox dancing In the morning dew. My favorite poem by Ruskin Bond has now Read More
3–5 minutes
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Love at first sight (and in retrospect) (An essay by Keerthi Purushothaman)
Chosen as Editor’s Pick of the Day (Essay) on WordPress Discover – 13 June 2017. “For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and another city which you Read More
5–7 minutes
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Stripes (by Charcoal Masks)
Her lashes swept furiously against the plastic that magnified her vision. Magnified only slightly. But magnified, nevertheless. The lashes were tinged with salty water. Some water had traced itself quietly down her cheeks and into the sides of her mouth. An eager tongue popped out of mouth to receive the salty droplets. Salty. The rest Read More
2–3 minutes
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EYES – A Short Story
I reached the Delhi airport at around 5 p.m. I could see people swarming around here and there. I reached the counter and got my boarding pass. My cell phone rang. On the other end was my wife, Viji. “Hello, Viji.” I said. “Yeah, hello…everything okay there? When will you be back? Over here, both Read More
5–7 minutes
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A MODEST PROPOSAL: How to Turn the Mass of Poor and Malnourished Children into a Valuable Asset to the Family and the Nation (Sofia S)
It is not an exceedingly pleasurable experience that any resident, or a foreign visitor, is forced to witness in the streets of this nation, which is, if not crowded, is populated by young children who swarm around their darling mother in the dilapidated footwalks. In any walk through an Indian street, barring the streets of Read More
5–7 minutes
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Writing Today (Shweta Venkatesh)
The verb ‘writing’ appears, upon first glance, to be a rather simple one. It denotes the act of taking up a pen or pencil and simply penning down whatever one wishes to. Today, however, writing, in a literary sense, has come to mean both writing and typing. Undoubtedly, it is more convenient to type out Read More
5–8 minutes
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On Cinnamon and Puddles (pickletrip)
After successfully explaining the intricacies surrounding the famed cinnamon roll and getting more than what I asked for (jack fruit rolls, dates rolls, croissants and rolls filled with Arabic spices) I ventured out of the kitchen satisfied with myself. My tryst with cinnamon began when I realized that I had been pronouncing it wrong. I Read More
2–4 minutes
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Tit Burglar (Malavika S Udayan)
This time, night had already camouflaged with Lakshman’s skin. His body shining like the preserved armour of a lost battle, his eyes safe under the visible dark; it seems as if this night has been waiting for his arrival. He was all equipped, with a britelite torch clasped between his teeth and a white towel Read More
2–4 minutes
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Heart—Clench—Communicate (Venkataraman Ganesh)
It is difficult to write for the sake of writing—especially when your heart is in a place thousands of kilometres away; with a person who doesn’t realize that she holds your heart in a vice-like grip; that slowly, it is being squeezed; and no matter what you do, the grip tightens; and you can’t even Read More
2–3 minutes
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