…gracefully curved, beautiful delicate wings; sexy without being revealing. Discernible, yet intimate, so much like a woman’s back. And non-erogenous; perhaps that is why they let her be without longing or carving.
Hmm…’querencia’…yes, they are her querencia…the place where she is her most authentic self. Continue reading “Wings”
New Years Day morning!
She stands at one of the many nondescript coffee shops on the road leading to the ashram guesthouse in Pondicherry. Continue reading “String of Pearls”
She was probably as attractive as a blank piece of paper. Continue reading “Be your own best friend”
I died and went to heaven……
…. so did eighty thousand others.
Eighty thousand! Continue reading “HYMN FOR THE WEEKEND?”
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!!
Had I been aboard a plane or a ship, the situation would have demanded the official voice distress call used to communicate the most serious level of distress, such as with life-threatening emergencies! Continue reading “‘Ananda Tandavam’”
The dawn had come with a musical silence, the soul hearing the melody that the ears could not.
She stepped out.
The world was as silent as if it ended in the night. The sun was still resolutely below the horizon. Continue reading “The Flute”
It was an old haunt; the bookstore at the far end of the road, right outside my mom’s apartment in Pune on S.B. Road. Weekend visits with my girls meant a must-do stopover at this bookstore for well over a decade. Continue reading “The Conduit”
The old school in the leafy by lanes took me back two decades in time. I walked into the gates of Nrityasudha Fine Arts, somewhat gingerly. It is one thing to have been passionate about an art as physically demanding as Bharatnatyam at age 18, and a completely different thing in mid 40’s! Continue reading “Let’s finish what we begin”
“In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness. And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close to mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke.
Man blinked. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.
“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.
“Certainly,” said man.
“Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God.
And He went away.” ―Kurt Vonnegut Continue reading “Who cares anyway? Or do we?”
Like most, I do not remember the last time I saw sunrise in the concrete jungle that Mumbai has metamorphosed to.
Sunset at the beach; yes.
A sunrise; never. Continue reading “Daybreak at Puducherry”