A day in life, not ended yet

A writer sends me stories of people with physical deformities who take to crime; he calls them ‘broken people’ who need salvation.  The news talks about the arrest of an unusually venomous guy who developed a huge Twitter following, and makes a living out of publishing vitriolic remarks on celebrities, and then getting paid to … Continue reading A day in life, not ended yet



https://open.spotify.com/episode/0uIHsKjUEmiibuYlxFHno4?si=9c6ec3e2bcaf441f There are three kittens looking like Kitty, probably her offspring. They look at me with curiosity, but my eyes look for my friend. Hope she recognises me… It was a deep bond, but not a free one. Reciprocity was the name of the game. I taught her how to use a laptop and the … Continue reading Impostor

Bleeding stories

https://open.spotify.com/episode/6k1rWg3kQZiDYpf5MXzs5z?si=c19d6daf22a7493f “Whatever you do, you can’t do that.” “But why?” “It will open up not just a can of worms, but a tanker full of serpents.” “Are you talking of the stories of female foeticide and a girl infant killed because she was born blind? Are you talking about the male sex-addict who indulged in … Continue reading Bleeding stories


People see what makes sense to them, reality notwithstanding. I find myself visualising and counting the boxes inside their mind, and sadly watch the gist of what I say fall through the cracks. It hampers communication for sure. I start saying something, and then stop - knowing that it will fall between the cracks or … Continue reading Filtration


The damp fog refused to burn away, eating up their street until the suburb became still and their house an island. This quote knocks at her creativity. The message from her friend looms large on her mind, “The tainted woman CEO of …. Bank is not so bad a person. Her husband is the real … Continue reading Fog

Monochrome beauty

He called after more than a decade. “My daughter is flying to the USA from Delhi. She might call if any assistance is required. “Sure.” The last I’d heard about him was the annulment of his week-long marriage. Maybe he married a widow or divorcee later, and this is a foster child. He was my … Continue reading Monochrome beauty

Life – Authored by ….

Gigi assembled her planners, her calendars, her pens, pouches, and post-its before her on the desk and stood over them like a general surveying maps. These are bits and pieces of her life, and there is no point in denying or denigrating it. Her autobiography would be a collage made from these, and a little … Continue reading Life – Authored by ….


Remember those halcyon days we held hands and walked across green lawns? You whacked me once, because I stole an apple from your bag. I had to explain I was hungry, and it was forgiven. innocence cutting all divides soul-to-soul bonds ruled Will I let you enter the sanitised environs of my house today? It … Continue reading A-changing

Breaking new ground

The shapes and symbols are unfamiliar. He looks around to spot a clue or see similar objects around. No help in sight… he turns back to the screen in desperation and sees the lines getting translated to a known language. The messages give him directions on things he should and shouldn’t do, during his stay … Continue reading Breaking new ground

Dark secrets

The police was at the doorstep. He thought the matter had been closed la few weeks ago. “You are under arrest.” The tone was terse, and there was no other option than getting in the jeep with the police team. A few hours later…. “We have traced out deleted chats from a number which was … Continue reading Dark secrets