Category: Reflections

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…