Peering In.

Weekend getaways are a solace I look forward to. I find myself in the middle of nowhere, no networks to connect to, innocent, city-oblivious eyes peering out from house windows, lush green or azure seas or b both inviting me to lose myself in the peaceful insanity of it all. These short trips don’t happenContinue reading “Peering In.”

Setting Sun.

I looked up from my Kindle and out the window. The air turbulence was distracting. I wanted to stretch my legs that were getting cramped in the narrow leg space provided these days by airlines. Just a few minutes ago, the view from the window had been drab – blues of the lightest kind withContinue reading “Setting Sun.”

Rains and roads (2)

Contd from… Raincoats, contrary to popular belief, can serve dual purposes – it shields you from the rains when you’re outside the car, and from the air conditioner or the winds from the rolled down windows when you are inside the car. Maybe that is what led to the invention of the windcheater. And hereContinue reading “Rains and roads (2)”

Of trails and travails.

Every once in a while, the city closes in upon you and you choose to run after the sereneness of the outskirts, the hill stations, the backwaters, the mountains, don’t you? I almost managed to do the same. I say managed because we had failed to acknowledge how many more would also be looking forContinue reading “Of trails and travails.”

At the break of dawn.

All the while as she waited, no sign of respite, the clock ticking by ceaselessly, breathing seemingly harder. Her optimism was gradually fading, the smile turning to nervous twitches, the feet tapping rhythmically to the gush of the wind and roar of the seas. The night was falling darker than before, the moonless sky notContinue reading “At the break of dawn.”

Wheeling towards life.

“You see that man down there who’s cycling?” said the Creator to the little baby beside Him. The soon-to-be-born gurgled, “Yes” in baby lingo. Soon, even his mother would understand it as well as God did. “That cyclist doesn’t have ambitions. He hasn’t made plans on how he wants to spend his next five years.Continue reading “Wheeling towards life.”

Life Notes #10.

Among the few worldly possessions I own, these are a few stones that I have. Actually they are more like pebbles from river beds. I’ll leave you guessing how I ever even laid my hands on them! I took them out after a really long time today. A friend suggested an idea¬†which I turned downContinue reading “Life Notes #10.”

The Drop.

The old man had been unwell for more than a couple of days now. The fever wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t worried about himself though. He was worried about his garden. He’d newly planted Canna Lilies in them. They were Madam’s favourite. He would have instructed his helper how to care for them well but theContinue reading “The Drop.”