Grandparents are like the huge green tree standing tall in the courtyard of a house. Even if they are not a part of the household, they hold the roots of the house. After a busy exhausting day, the family spends its evenings around the tree. I was never close to my grandparents but I know they love me the most in the world. They have … Continue reading Memories of the old mango tree….

“Wahan kaun hai tera musafir….jaega kahan?”– with these words the blind beggar earns my attention for a while. I hand him a 5 rupee coin and dive into my pool of memories again. I am not new to train journeys. The only difference: ten years back, train journeys meant vacations, now they mean work. This time, it was separation. Yes, I am leaving my dream … Continue reading But I still haven’t found what I am looking for

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One sweet November night, after having a sumptuous meal, I was enjoying a long drive with my friends. Winter had already commenced and was ready to take toll on the dark night. It seemed we were going to experience the first foggy night of the winter. The transparency of the glass was being challenged intermittently and the plastic wipers had to be supplemented with human … Continue reading Roadizens of the city

Last week, my maternal uncle passed away. He was one of my mother’s four brothers. My maternal grand father died just six months before my mother’s marriage. My uncle had not only been a support to my mother but had also been a good friend to my father. A fighter at heart, having fought innumerous miseries in life, he finally succumbed to heart attack. His … Continue reading The nitty gritty of life

The topic was suggested by my frnd Ruchi…so readers, if u find the poem pathetic… just say “Go n die”…. 🙂 जब मैं हिन्दी फिल्मों के बारे में सोचने बैठती हूँ तो कई फिल्में और उनके संवाद मेरे ध्यान में आते हैं जो टिप्पनीय होते हैं । ऐसा ही एक संवाद है फ़िल्म ” ओम् शान्ति ओम्” का जो मुझे अनायास ही बहुत आकर्षित करता … Continue reading एक चुटकी सिन्दूर

What color is your soul? Sorry, perhaps I am not the appropriate person to be asked such questions…. Why? Simply because…… oops! I miss a soul!!! I don’t have any or might be, it is too fragile, glass like transparent – easy for anyone to see through and delicate enough for a harsh truth to smash into pieces. There are possibilities that my soul is … Continue reading Confessions by a weak soul…..