Settlement

Click. Click. Pause. Click. With a barely audible whomp, the flame came on. Anish brought the lighter closer to the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. He took a puff, followed immediately by another, and released the button on the nearly-depleted lighter as his cigarette lit up fully. As he set the lighter down on…

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Austria

Austria is in many ways a close kin of Germany, emulating its language as well as rudeness. But it still has its own distinct character. And continuing with my previous articles, if Netherlands is trippy, Austria is musical. And a lot of the accolade goes to arguably the greatest composer of all time, Mozart. There is also this Sound…

Cloudy in Ranchi

It is always cloudy in Ranchi. Before global warming announced its entry in all glory, there used to be more or less just two seasons here - monsoon and winter. Spring was short lived and lasted only for a month, from mid-March to mid-April. And it went away unnoticed since that is a very busy…

चलो, तुमको लेकर चलें

चलो, इंद्रधनुष के अंत तक चलें | सुना है वहाँ परियाँ मटकियों में सोने के सिक्के छिपाती हैं, वहाँ एक सपनों की दुकान करते हैं – हरे गुलाबी रजनीगंधा की खुशबू वाले दिन में टिमटिमाते सपने | उनको कोई ग़रीबन  की बेटी बालों में जूड़े संग गूथ लेगी, या कोई फकीरन का बच्चा आँसुओं संग…

The hoax of happiness

There's this John Lennon quote (misquoted probably) about how his goal in life was to be happy. Some of my friends, although unknown of The Beatles, also reply the same when I ask them. I understand that the ultimate goal of most of the humans would be to be happy. But sorry, it's bullshit. Firstly, what is happiness?…

You Know Chechnya

You know Chechnya, sometimes I cry We could have, but we didn't try To save you from the enemy's eye You know Chechnya, sometimes I cry You know Chechnya, sometimes I hear Your voices that have known no fear Mourning those, who once were dear You know Chechnya, sometimes I hear You know Chechnya, sometimes…

The Thief

On the hot and dreary summer nights, as Amma slept after a hard day’s work, I would sneak out to the backyard and look at the stars. It was the only time I felt alive; as if the chains that bound me throughout the days dissolved away to let me live, truly and freely, for…

MISH, MASH BALDERDASH

So, finally, I get the opportunity to rant. To speak (write) out my mind, crib, shout and chant. What among the thousands of things That go through my mind, should I share with the world? Maybe everything? Or nothing really? Quiz. No quiz. Quiz. No quiz. Cramming for quiz… Messed up the quiz. Same old.…

Some wounds refuse to heal

The vast fields look over the stretch of mountains that mingle with the horizon like it's an everyday affair. The river cutting through the fields so seamlessly as if it's part of an artist's imagination. The sunlight falls on the porch, neither too hot, nor too soft, just right. The soothing wind just makes the…

Love in the Time of Dengue

Priya ambled lazily across the wall towards the window. She’d always peep outside, but I thought she’d never leave. I had made my peace with this intruder to some extent. The vicious attacks with bug spray and a broom that just made her circumnavigate the room had been replaced with a weary tolerance. The first…