Portable

My five-year old cousin from the countryside visited Mumbai for the first time. He had never seen high-rise buildings and box-like apartments before. While he hankered to catch sight of an actor or celebrity somewhere, and loved the sea, he was not impressed by homes. ‘What’ll you do, if there are more guests? Where are … More Portable

Guilt

fast moving colors, change everything withinWho’s trying to hide, disguised in rain?cloud bursts dropping secretsbut no one dares to catch Who’s trying to hide, disguised in rain?allegations slipping off the skinbut no one dares to catchguilt accumulates within, dodging allegations slipping off the skin fast-moving colors, change everything within guilt accumulates within, dodging cloudbursts dropping … More Guilt

The Shift

They hugged each other and cried, though it had been only two hours since they last met. They were strong individuals, but tormented by the agony of being lost in an alien place. They could not speak or read the local language. Phone calls did not go through for reasons unknown. It took ages rewinding … More The Shift

Writing stories

The high-priced biscuits are arranged in a pattern on the lawn. “What are you doing, Jamie? Food gets contaminated.” “I’m writing a pictorial story, Mom, not eating characters.” But Puppy did not seem to care about stories. He took a mouthful, while Jamie spoke to me. Jamie’s scream is heart-rending, as he slaps the guilty-looking … More Writing stories

Freedom

“I see bare branches dancing in the light, shorn of leaves. You missed the beauty of natural surroundings.” Sandeve was actually missing his wife. “You know what, Sandeve! I danced alone yesterday. It feels so light to be alone, and free of expectations. I can lead my own life for some time.” “I don’t blame … More Freedom

One up

“Take care, Harry! There’s a shredder in there.” He stepped back in a reflex move. “Don’t worry about your limbs. It shreds egos.” “When will you stop spinning stories?” “I already did. Might throw away the paints and brushes too…” “But why?” “I come here to accept defeat. I can’t replicate the original artist.” “Hmmm… … More One up

Guilt

“Damn…”, he muttered under his breath, “the same cloudy skies making faces at me again.…” “Uncle Harry, it’s time to go home.” A tiny hand clutched on to Harry’s wrist. “No, not yet. I have to save her.” “There’s no one out there.” The child’s plea passed off unnoticed.  Splash …. Harry jumped in the … More Guilt

Mezzanine floors

The janitor never let me in. I was a mere kid. It left me with a feeling of horizons unexplored. Was there another flight of stairs, beyond the confines of vision? Was there another sky – not blue? My paintings reflect unexplored skies – birds on my shoulder whispering messages from the universe. My adventures … More Mezzanine floors

Anti-fragile

Aligned shoulder blades and a confident gait set her apart from the crowd. It felt like the metro station turned into a ramp, and escalators moved slow, just because she walked on it. Maybe, it was his perspective. He was seeing her after a long gap. The beauty was intact, but fragility had disappeared. His … More Anti-fragile