LAST NIGHT

  He woke up to their laughter. Outside, it was just another morning. Inside, it was all very confusing. The room smelled faintly of lavender and old mattresess. He managed to stand. Grabbed… Continue reading

THIS IS NOT A STORY

This is not a story of Shoes. Or snow. Or mountains. To be honest, it is no story at all. He was no writer. He just liked to remember with the precision and… Continue reading

LETS CROSS OVER

MIDLIFE MATRIMONY

MAN FROM ELYSIAN FIELD

SHE LIKED WORKING WITH HER HANDS

She liked working with her hands so that her mind was free to think. To the villagers she was getting old, but inside she knew she was still the girl with three-ponytails and… Continue reading

MY MANY JULIETS

BRIGHT SHOES

Wind in her hair . Sun at her face. Song on her lips a pair of oddly bright shoes. She took over the world at her feet. Happy International Women’s Day 2017!

MRS. HOBBIT

DAY 1 | DELHI-KALKA-SHIMLA-MANALI-DELHI | DECEMBER 28, 2016 – JANUARY 02, 2017

DAY 1 – December 28, 2016   whenever I return from a trip I realize I never quite use most of what I carry. I thought I’d packed light but I ended up… Continue reading