Sometimes, when the whole world around me is lost in a frenzied pandemonium, I take respite in being a spectator. Look how you all run: helter-skelter, naivety shrouded by a ruthless day’s toil dripping down your brow. You strive long and hard, to make a living, to make a home, to make a life. You … Continue reading (non)identity
Pavonine pigtails and a sea of sleeping sheep washed ashore a beach of sepia dreams: Mumma has them under lock and key, in a wooden chest of soufflé clouds, for suntans and Polaroids are a luxury of the cherubic past. They writhe and quibble in candid memory. Today, I am the proud owner … Continue reading Adulting
There's a parallelogram against the cool blue of the sky this evening, a mathematics class suspended mid-air. Wings beating in sync, morphing into a rhombus, a rectangle, a square -- until it twists into a white hyperbolic parabloid. When I was eleven, I never quite understood the need for geometry. I didn't want to be … Continue reading Shapes
Fold in the middle along the dotted line until the edges meet Fold again and then once more In half Then quarter Keep going until you cannot fold no more Reach for additional paper Same colour The little squares will pile up into mounds on your drawing room floor When they tip over the boundaries … Continue reading Origami Sorrows
Let us get away from this ho hum of money repute success- we can ebb into the wild strawberry fields, with lips turning sweet crimson to kiss the velvet firmament with and laugh, until the winds make a symphony of our freedom.
On a Tuesday this summer, at the onset of dawn, I watched three monkeys' tryst with a telephone tower- the baby, hesitantly sandwiched between Mumma and Papa perhaps, shimmying down the pole. My eyes followed them as they disappeared into a thicket down below, unbeknownst to the passersby on the road, lost just a few … Continue reading An Urban Girl’s Vignette
The summer solstice has ended. The sun has tucked away under her blanket and she sleeps in way too long, lolling behind the clouds leisurely, tossing, stretching, yawning, leaving me with more navy hours than I know what to do with. When I was a child, I’d close my eyes and pretend to be blind. … Continue reading The Apology