Every moment tells us: memento mori

The Odyssey Of Your Life I’ve heard that life is a metaphorbutmaybeyou don’t need to decode itjust live through it like artraw and realthrough mistakes and lessonsbut full of colour. Maybethe Odyssey of your life is inside the shoebox under your bedthat you’re too afraid to open.Take a phantom step before the real one, if…

When we dare to tell a story

Recently I was going through a few journals that I’ve kept stacked up in a shelf. Some are used, some unused. Several of them had poems that I’d just begun, sketches that I never went back to, stories and thoughts, all half finished.But as I saw them, I remembered the emotions that were involved when…

The Corridor

The corridor seems endless. She’s been here before. In fact she’s been here several times. It feels so familiar yet so strange. She feel detached and drawn at the same time. Does it make sense, she wonders. One moment bright afternoon sunshine lights up the corridor and the mosaic chipped tiles. The round steel rails…

A whiff of April

The frost begins to melt away and the fog makes way for clear blue skies. Puffy white clouds emerge and a radiant yellow sun smiles its best smile. Roses, jasmine and bougainvillea bloom like they’ve never before, The breeze is warm and the afternoons sultry. The ice and gloom has drifted away to make room…

Far from the shallow

It happens in the most unexpected ways. When you’re going about your daily routine

Discovering life through Vincent’s eyes

The night skies have never been more beautiful than when you painted them. You knew that those countless stars could never be given justice with random white specks. You knew there were green, yellow and orange orbs glowing in the sky. How long did you gaze at the sky? What did you see? I think…

Mystery of the TBR that never ends

During the days we visited libraries often, either at school or public ones in the holidays, the library card was my golden ticket. At school we were allowed to borrow one book at a time and once the librarian trusted us enough to be voracious readers who also returned books without scribbles and dog ears,…

Why revisit children’s books?

Whether it’s in a library or a bookshop, the children’s shelf is always so appealing that it makes us stop to take a look, examine the pretty covers, just hang on a moment with the vibrant colours wearing a nostalgic smile. While our reading tastes evolve as we grow up, there will always be something…

Inside paati’s kitchen

A flavoursome aroma would always waft across the hallway from paati’s (grandma’s) kitchen, drawing me like a magnet to see what’s cooking. I would peer through the sheer curtains and look with curious eyes. She’d turn around with her radiant smile knowing I was up for some tasting. She’d let me scrape off milk toffee…