Because Kamla may come home…

Once in engineering school, I remember going for a high school reunion of sorts (some people I knew in 12th standard decided to meet in Pizza hut) and we were talking about (at 19) our future goals. Normally sister says, I live in manohar kahaaniyan (in my lovely bookish dreams), but I rarely share dreams…

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With burnt eyes coloured orange…

I am so spoilt. I hardly step out in the Delhi summer sun, and am largely shielded from whatever it brings along. So, when I do land in the immense (I can’t think of bigger adjectives, just yet) heat in the middle of a huge desert (sorry, but I really wondered, if a desert could…

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Shrug, Atlas…

Just how many times do you write an email deciding stubbornly to think inwards almost as if dying to make a point, and end up understanding what was happening realistically only post the most random unrelated (to the email of course) throughly without any context- chat about the workings of a hostel room numbered 211?…

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Loss of negatives….

‘Whatever happened, it felt alright. It used to feel, hence it happened. I let it happen. Let’s not talk about it now. It starts fading.’‘That means, you like going around, you roam about, you like ice cream from kwality, you come here for that, you liked coexisting with a guy. You’ve lost it all.’‘Correct! You…

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The Vishal Verma wedding…

…or some more scandalous. Vishal & I were always creating scandals in school. Smug, mean, spoilt, all those cool things! Freedom seeking and yet conservative, callous yet concerned. Angry and guilty right afterwards. I wonder if we left any contradiction untouched. We know each other (well) twenty one years now. He introduced me to all…

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When CV Raman arrives on a blue envelope…

….so there’s an email group gone awry at work and everyone has apparently got 200 or so emails in a 15 min window, all out of context of course. Everyone having fun and some people are stuck-up enough to cry about professionalism etc. but hey, good start to the week, don’t you think? Apparently a…

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Bheegi Hui Koi Shaam Woh…

Every song has a story. I suffer from associations. And many a times in glittering city lights, I hum these lines to feel alive again. Kissi Mod Pe Woh Aaj Bhi kandeel Si Jalegi [ At some point, even today, she’ll burn like a lantern] Shaher Ki Dhoop Si Bewaqt Hi Dhhalegi  [Fade away untimely…

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A Favourite Author List…

My sister & her Harry Potter friend both tagged me to a Favourite Author list. I will share a picture of my own bookshelf too!today wanted an ‘imaginary one’ from Google.Btw, I also have a sleep-read-couch like this one 😀 The rules are: Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors, poets included,…

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