Counting steps

August approached in a golden sweltering haze. It does every year, as Leo season begins, and astrologers start writing rosy forecasts. In a few days ….life goes back to normal, with all its struggles, joys, sorrows …. as it was before I turned another leaf in the book of Time. How do we end up … More Counting steps


I’m sure I saw Gautam walk through a wall, but I’ve been consigned to an asylum for saying that. Buddha developed these powers after enlightenment, but treated it as of no special consequence. She couldn’t think of Gautam ever meditating, but could it be that she  had developed a special power of seeing his spiritual … More Enlightenment

First Selfie

The Instagram coach promises to share a secret treasure at the end of the program. She speaks about the art and science of video making, and leveraging Instagram for profits. The entrepreneurs and wannabes are thrilled. How can things be so simple and so effective? She makes it so easy for them. The coach sighs. … More First Selfie

A letter from…

“I’ve never been valued for my sake, just used to satisfy your needs. It’s something you lacked in early years, something you’re desperate for, something you wanted as the means to fulfil desires, but did not have. When I came, you wasted me …coz it gave you a sense of power that You Can. It … More A letter from…


The structure of the township has changed. I hope to find an old soul with whom I can reconnect, but they’ve disappeared or changed. Then, I find some of them on social media. Facebook, WhatsApp help us reconnect. There’s a  quaint group where everybody reminisces for sometime, and then conversations drop down to inane forwards … More Hometown


“A coaching business thrives because educators failed somewhere,” It seemed a rather rude thing to say at the school reunion, attended by some teachers held in high regard. He continued nevertheless, “You taught us Literature, Science, Maths and so much more, but nothing about the fundamental tenet of existence – Who am I?” “Well, have … More Tectonic

Washed Ink

I don’t sympathise with a restless adversary trying to justify his heinous act. But I can’t deny it is opening up another perspective, Maybe he tried to help….  And then that letter is placed in my hands – to prove that he tried his best. It is worded cryptically, and as I move towards the … More Washed Ink


I knew it before landing in this jungle of well-dressed thorns. They don’t like people who know better than them. They speak to you as if obliging. They probe further to know your alignment to power bases. And that man with one eyebrow quizzically raised… I knew it he will walk away after knowing who … More Recluse