Ayesha-Rehan: 21-04-1997

Rehan, It did take an inordinate time to reach me. I’m writing this as soon as I have received the letter and am hoping to catch the second clearing today itself. Divya is doing well. The past few weeks have been lighter on our hearts and I can see subtle changes that bode well for …

Rendezvous Gone Wrong

Read the first Part here. I sat for a long time on that bench and chewed a bit of tobacco to simply stop myself doing something more drastic and obvious. Like, maybe, something that would kill me quicker. I shouldn’t’ve been afraid though. That bumbling idiot, Khurshid had always taken care of his end of …

So…

So... The past two weeks have proven to be something of a throwback to my school days. It says something about the experience because I Hate, yes, the caps are intentional, using the word "throwback"; just like I hate using words like "scrumptious" or hearing words like "the-script-demanded-it". Anyway, I spent the week before last …

Rehan-Ayesha: 25-02-1997

Ayesha, I know you didn’t sign up for this. No one did. It really is unfair to you, and I know it. I know you deserve better. I wish I could take all the loose strands of my life and tie them all together into a merry journey. I can’t. I am aware of the …

Wept

Tears marked the trail Upon which we walked. Your every slip, Your every skip; Learnt by rote And washed in salt. They slipped around Bends, And scampered under Boughs; They tripped over Brambles And swept away your Treads. And, yet, keeping Them afresh In the very swirl And swoon of the Waves. For waves and …

Work-In-Progress

Forget irritation that scalds your very skin. Forget wounds that make you bleed. Forget pain that licks your bones.  When sadness and disappointment make love with impunity upon your soul and leaves its marks for the world to gawk on, you lose your footing. You twist and fall in a heap with the world around …

Interview with a Writer – Part Two

*** Continued from Part One*** The first interview post was regarding Cheryl's blog and how she manages to keep up the tempo with her writing and sketching. This one, here, is closer to my heart because in this one I am more of a fellow writer and less of a fan boy. In the last post, …

Interview with a Writer – Part One

I have been at this for a long long time. I owe Cheryl an apology for sitting on this. I sat on this for so long that I'm sure she began doubting if I'll ever get to the day when I actually post this. A little more than a year ago I contacted her on …

Quote 12: Muhammad Ali

There was a boy of 19 who fancied a girl in his class. In his eyes there wasn’t another prettier face in the whole college. At least, not the attainable pretty. The beauties were abound, but they lived in a wholly different universe. They spoke only oily English and their Hindi was such that they …

Oh. It’s you.

Oh. It's you. I was expecting someone else. Why don't you walk a little Away from me? I am a little claustrophobic, You see. I can't breath when I sense sweaty armpits Around me. It's ok, I love that You work hard for Your kids. I respect that. But, just a little further away, Please. …