Its eight already. Sigh… guess it’s too late now. I mean it isn’t like I am desperate. I have stayed in before on Saturday nights. I like being by myself. No…really. I mean I have Netflix and Winnie my cat…its not so bad. But…but he could have at least called. Well, he hasn’t until now, so I guess he isn’t so much into me after all or maybe he likes someone else. Sigh… whatever. Continue reading “The Soliloquy”
On most mornings, when the sky is clear, he can see them from his side of the fence. She, hanging the laundry, humming “Sometimes when we touch” by Dan Hill, her soothing tune gently floating with the soft breeze in their combined backyards. The Amaltas, a bit jaded by its lone existence, pleased by her presence, appears mesmerised, the melody sending an involuntary shudder down its spine, triggering the unsuspecting leaves into a frenzy. Continue reading “The Bonding”
Did you just ask me, ‘Do I remember it?”
Its engraved in my heart.
That August day, was part cloudy, part sunny; an indecisive sun vacillating between two different hues, each impeccable enough to enhance the magic of that moment. Continue reading “Flashback”
The December air on the narrow freshly tarred lane in Jew town, Kochi, is thick with the heady fragrance of pungent spices – ginger, cloves, cardamom, pepper.
On either side of the road stand identical two storied structures with thatched roofs, their windows opening into the streets; some are painted in vibrant colours, others left dilapidated. Once the animated homes of Jewish families, are now bustling shops bursting at their seams with antiques, mirrors, wall hangings, paintings, lamps, Chinese urns, door frames, old brass locks, and glass and porcelain ware for sale; items that were once a part of churches or homesteads of Jewish families before their exodus in the first half of 20th century. Continue reading “An Enchanting Afternoon”
It is Saturday morning; they are in her kitchen.
He watches her play with dough, eggs, vanilla, cinnamon, chocolate; her fingers delicately plotting, plucking, kneading, pounding; her expression displaying intense concentration, face powdered with dough.
Sensing his eyes on her, she looks up. Pushing back a tuft of hair from her face with the back of her dough laden hand, she smiles. The smile reminds him of Wispy, the cat next door, and her contended purr after a meal of fish and rice, the light of life smouldering in its eyes. Continue reading “The Alchemist”
Dinner over, they sit back relaxed, their backs resting against the chair.
The empty casserole, which contained the scrumptious ‘Kerala chicken ishtew’ so diligently prepared by him for her just a short while ago, now stares back at them blankly, as if uncertain about what more may be expected from it. Continue reading “‘KOMOREBI’”
Lying awake in bed, she hears the morning wake up before it does.
She shuts her eyes briefly, letting go of the night, gently grasping the AM like a child slipping a hand into a parent’s, waiting to be led on.
It has stopped raining. Continue reading “Day break”
He had run into her at the supermarket.
She had walked in, the summer breeze billowing around her printed floral skirt. Meeting her there was most unexpected; it was like a daisy had grown in a perfectly manicured lawn, where it wasn’t supposed to, amidst a host of Bougainvillea, Hibiscus and Gerbera, and yet had brought in more beauty to the garden. Continue reading “Apollo and Daphne”
St. Peter’s Care Home
April 3, 1997
I am writing to you from Sheffield.
I know I haven’t come down to Bradford to meet you at the Care Home in a while. Heather and the baby are with me at the moment since Peter’s gone to London for army training session for three months. Heather isn’t yet too comfortable looking after the baby on her own. We have done up the study room as the nursery for now and the baby seems to love it. Continue reading “DEAR ANNA..”
side by side
endless ladders of heaven
tuned to a perfect fifth
on the left shoulder
then draw the other
across the first
in a slow, deliberate motion
like the bow of a violin
a perfect arco
and then get carried far away
as far as the legs can take…