From the time I woke up this morning, I have been trying to understand the import of this very strange dream. I am in a dimly lit open space and … read more.
The sky was cloudy as I set out for my evening jog last Sunday, on July 26. It was a little past 6.30 pm when I got out of the … read more.
Today I was woken up around 3.30 in the morning by the sound of Lola trampling all over her tin food plate. Lola’s blindness is darker than the darkness of … read more.
Twenty-seven days at home in isolation is a lot of time to have accomplished a lot of things. I wanted to read, write and prepare well before going back to … read more.
More than an hour and a half has gone by since I started making notes about what to write here. For inspiration, I searched for some soothing music on google. … read more.
This happened a few months back. I am in a train, around 6.30 in the morning, traveling from Palakkad to Chennai. An elderly gentleman is giving vent to his feelings … read more.
I love the home I now live in, even with the prohibitive rent. I had shifted to a first-floor house in June last year, determined never again to live with … read more.
It has been a very, very long time. My previous post – In the Caress of Love after Love – was more than 9 months ago. Let the poem in that post … read more.
A few days back while riding home on my bullet, with a weight on my mind heavier than the mighty beast I was astride, a breezy thought whizzed by. The … read more.
I nearly lost all of my blog posts a few days back. Last year I had transferred this blog hosted by my friend in the US to Chennai shores. Someone … read more.