Influencing justice

“It’s not possible”, pleaded the advocate helplessly, “all proofs and witnesses are against you.” “Tell me clearly if you cannot do the job, and I’ll hire another lawyer. I am paying you a bomb to manage the legal process.” “Whatever has already gone on record remains unchanged.” “Blur the background of incidents a little, circulate … Continue reading Influencing justice



I take pride in creating beautiful covers for household items – teapots, trays, scratched table tops or unsightly corners. It has evolved into a lucrative business, and my homemaker friends envy me for the financial freedom I gained through it. “Do I get any plus marks for creativity?” I ask with a smile in one … Continue reading Covers


“An unfinished story invites. It gives everyone the liberty to complete it as they like.” Henry’s words keep haunting me as I browse through his incomplete manuscript. Unfinished structures welcome every new brick or stone. They reach completion but not in the manner as perceived in the beginning. I call the publisher. “If this book … Continue reading Unfinished


“House-house was the most popular game in my childhood. I had no choice but to play as per preference of my playmates. It was better than isolation. I was often castigated and rebuked because I showed a marked preference for administrative and going-out tasks rather than cooking, cleaning and laundry.” “The story has not changed … Continue reading Wisdom

Whose story?

Those pages make a story for sure, but all are not written by me. How ridiculous is it to say, that I’m not the author of my own life? Am I blaming others for failure, or giving them credit for undeserved success? Maybe, I happened to be at the right place at the time to … Continue reading Whose story?


Silhouettes - the dark shape and outline of someone or something visible in restricted light against a brighter background. It’s not just a dictionary meaning. It represents the underground presence, hushed voices, crushed identities that lie beneath a story. They are the ones who created the outline, but disappeared either voluntarily or were compelled to … Continue reading Silhouettes

Frozen Sea inside Me

Denise gives me a ponderable quote. “A book should be an ax to chop open the frozen sea inside us” I go ahead and  choose a book that seems relevant. I’m engulfed by dizziness, just when I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, landing in a whirlpool. My feet are shackled by guilt, as I … Continue reading Frozen Sea inside Me


The world looks so different from here. But what separates me from it is still a haze… I’m not sure if what I think or infer is right. The people who hurt me are floating around, showing me unknown aspects of their existence … unknown to me that is… altering my view totally. Is revenge … Continue reading Haze


We’ve always been here, seeing each other, communicating in deemed interactions –where words are exchanged but understanding is zero. It’s like a transparent film separates us, but also serves as a string that does not let us drift too far apart. Born to the same parents, the manner in which we absorbed the same reality … Continue reading Twins

Dreaming together

We walked into the haze together, several years ago, not knowing what lies ahead. Faith kept us together, that only better things lie ahead. The rocks we had failed to see tested us at many points, as the haze thinned down and heat escalated. We stumbled, blamed each other for placing those in our way … Continue reading Dreaming together