An ode

An ode, to the walls seeing the unseen faces/ to the floor carrying spilled coffee/ to the gates etched with the memories of goodbyes and hellos/ to the mugs held in between fingers with little care/ to the plates disrespected most of the times/ to the unclear mirror of dust/ to the micellar water removing […]

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Ode to Madras

Kolams beautifying the roads, houses filled with the fragrance of agarbattis and voices of Suphrabatham are blissful morning says, my Dad.The chaotic commutations in trains and buses, the tart mango, guava sold with salt and chilli leaving us with watered mouths, busy roads with glaring horns and quarrels, full-meals in hotels and an extra cup […]

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A Pause.

Okay, I’ve a thousand wishes. Few fulfilled and few not. I’ve one particular wish that’s utterly ridiculous. It’s kinda special that it flashes at least once in a day when I lay exhausted. I wish ‘Time stone’ existed. Imagine calm ocean waters without gigantic waves, highways caught up in huge traffic but no horns blaring […]

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