I left a month ago and by this time I was in a different place, breathing different air and completely unaware of what was to come in the next month. How things would escalate and this freedom I had would go away. I have not counted the number of days it has been since the… Continue reading When the shitstorm passes over?
Mr. Abbas runs a ittar (attar) shop and must be over the age of 70. His little shop is on this slope that takes you to a temple. Very close to public parking, the shop would have sunlight during noon. A small entry in to the shop will reveal a bench where at max 3… Continue reading Uncle and his radio
There are two terms - 1. Tourist 2. Traveller I like to think of myself as a traveller and not a tourist but there is nothing right and nothing wrong, it is just that I happen to relate to it more. Let me tell you about my recent travel to Jaipur from the capital of… Continue reading A visit to Jaipur
Last month on the same date I went under the surgery called Septoplasty. The surgery is done to correct the deviated nasal septum and due to which I wasn't able to breathe neither properly nor freely. On day two and day three I told myself that I should have never gone for this surgery and… Continue reading Septoplasty Surgery – After One Month
He put his head down A little tired But its still early And there is lot to do But on closing his eyes He travels to a time And experiences A memory from the past The days when He dreamt and believed And laughed and lived Suddenly he opens his eyes And stare at the… Continue reading Through the lanes