These guys climbed on to the second floor of what seems to be an abandoned building. Proud and happy.
My friend came to me the day before yesterday. He has been lurking around (at the boundaries) for quite some time. He joined me before lunch on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I was all by myself finally reading a book. Yes, I was finally able to read a few pages until he showed up. In… Continue reading Visiting friend
I burned a hole in the ground And jumped downMy body absorbed all the shockThe hole above healedLike it was never there
Ek ubalEk darrDilli ki khali sadkeKitab ke woh panneCafe ki coffeeMez par coffee ka woh dhabbaEk aadha khaya sandwichAur bada sa ek bill Ek ubalEk darrRaat ki chamakAndar ek andheraMetro ki raftarTraffic signal par Haath phailate log Ek ubalEk darrGaadi main khelte bacheGaadi chalate pareshaan insaan Ek ubalEk darr....
Part 1: Six feet down A grave a sound A crying woman A mother maybe? Or a wife? Who else would grieve At this time? Who would remember This unmarked grave? Part 2: Wind blows with a hint of raindrops Enough to let you feel the water Leaves move away The veil has been lifted… Continue reading The end
Spider room. Before you start wondering what in the world is a spider room I will tell you what it is and why I call it that. There is more to this post (thought you should be informed). So, at work there is a room that never had a name until we gave it one.… Continue reading Spider Room
Ma'am if you happen to read this then consider it a miracle. I saw you the other day when I was in the auto. You were in a Honda Civic the car I liked very much. Some other gentleman drove the car while you looked at something, your expressions were blank and I hate to… Continue reading Woman in a car
I was driving home the other evening after work. Slumped in my seat with some random radio channel on I stopped at a traffic signal. Ahead of me was this Maruti WagonR, a very famous Indian hatchback. My initial reaction was wow someone finally stopped at the signal. But in a few seconds, I could… Continue reading Traffic Signal
The constantly moving pixelated text bothered me more than ever. The train kept passing stations, wheels rolling on the familiar tracks. There were all sorts of warnings and instructions on the screen telling you to not carry your bag on the back to not crossing the yellow line. The text would keep flowing from right… Continue reading Neverending metro ride