Love is the eye of the needle To be smaller is what I want. But the needle pricks me and I grow big So big that I get thrown out of my own room. Tortured, writhing, I seek to get back inside And to become small, Smaller, Into the eye, Vanish.
Brief us a little about your novel ‘A Dilli Mumbai Love story.’ ‘A Dilli Mumbai…’ is a humorous and passionate love story that climaxes in Mumbai attacks. Two people from vastly different backgrounds studying in Delhi fall in love, marry against odds, go through the ups and downs of married life, and then one of […]
“Meera!” She is in love. She was in love. She would always be in love. Always. She puts her left palm on her heart as a gesture of promise to him. Always. They can take away her life but they cannot take away that. She looks at the shallow silver cup before her that contains […]
At other times she was like me. Dreaming strange things and feeling proud about it. She dreamed of a curve once. It was a white curve to begin with, but every time it looped up, it changed colors. When you touched it drops of colors fell on you. She was not very tall and in […]
When I found her I was overjoyed. Or rather she found me. Most of the times it happened that way. She was the active one, doing things, taking decisions, defining boundaries. Let’s go to the beach, we shouldn’t talk right now, let’s part. She was the one who left me. We parted at her insistence. […]
To Follow or Not to Follow (the Constitution) – That is the Question One of the chief duties of a citizen is to be a nuisance to the government of his state. Thomas Jefferson I remember that my first lesson in mathematics given to me by my brother was a disappointment because he said ‘Now […]
You say you had no ogre’s wife to make your own Lamenting your poor fortune you have cried (’twas forty lines I say) Well sir, if what you wish you had really done Surely you would now be seeking a place to hide For I have heard the ogres were big (and cruel too) With […]
The girl got up from her bed. Nimbly she put her step forward. One. Two. Three. Thump. She rose in the air. Four. Thump again. She went up once more. She bounced like a balloon on its exquisitely small buttoned tail, and went up so high she hit her head on the roof. ‘Ouch! That […]
I had a French Kiss Oh with a French miss And her soft French lips Were oh! so piping hot That when she kissed me A little teased me Oh it so pleased me Leave her for a moment I could not!
Every leaf is aware, every bud knows Of this love of mine; But for the flower For whom I pine, The whole garden sees my woes Patta patta jaane hai, boota boota jaane hai, Jaane na jaane bas gul hee na jaane, baagh toh saara jaane hai