Category: Life Ordinary

  • I remember a house, like a lot of other houses, a yard…..

    From streets lined with trees, from flyover constructions, from roads whose names gave indications of a colonial past, from temples and their loudspeaker bhajans and flower fragrances, from an old theatre that played mallu movies, from rail tracks and the hoot of the occasional train. To change, and the creation of another set of memories.

    until next time, shift

  • A Matter of Time

    He knew people changed, but this change astounded him. The last time he’d seen the guy he was just an acerbic old man who growled more than talked and hated the concept of love. But now he was a young man who seemed kind, just and fully in love. Maybe it was just father time!!

    until next time, chota akbar 🙂

  • Hide and Seek

    ..and some embrace the world in all its flamboyance, exploring each and every pore for all its worth. Some retreatinto self made shells or spaces where no one can find them, literally or virtually. Some of us succeed in losing ourselves, some of us in finding ourselves, and the unfortunate ones fall in between.


    until next time, where art thou?

  • Documentary

    He waited patiently, then impatiently, while they searched. Strange, they said, the document numbers above and below his were intact. Irritated, he wondered why they didn’t convey this when he called up the day before. As they took the documents from a separate drawer, their looks said it all – couldn’t you have conveyed THAT earlier?


    until next time, customer service for dummies

  • Love Handles

    After a tough day at work, after a deliberation on the purpose of life, after a windfall, after getting stuck in a traffic jam, after pondering over all possible whys, after a promotion, after all the rollercoaster days that make up life, its all worth handling only when you have someone to go back to….

    until next time, happy valentine’s day