We lived in a house somewhere over the road that had no steep rises, no curves; absolutely flat and insipid as it could be. Insipid with blaring, cacophonous sounds that made music only in dissonance. The house was nothing like... Continue Reading →
7 years back. Those were the times when I did not prefer commuting or visiting places in the city on my own, unless it was the familiar (and regular) meditation center or the book store or my aunt's home. And... Continue Reading →
Like most other children of my age, I too was sent to an English medium school. My family explained that it was necessary because most of the standard books, terms and texts were in English; and it would be difficult... Continue Reading →
It seemed just like a dream; except that I could experience it unfurl in the real, material world. A wish that I had been clinging onto since so long a period that the very thought of wanting it made it... Continue Reading →
Hermit in Red Lipstick 