Lack lustre virtues

Certainty is a fickle thing rather unromantic one would say. Some would even insist that it’s dry, and lacking in depth and character. Well I am most certain that it ain’t something I would fancy. It certainly seem like a fairly unwarranted virtue flung about by some reckless traveller passing by the planet laying his…

Writers block

Pain indeed makes for a great recipe for writing. It has the intensity of flavour and aroma of despair. It clings to the palette like umami and refreshes the memory like mint. It gives an unholy satisfaction when served cold and arouses multiple layers of pleasurable despondency when piping hot. Writhing, seething, hurting, fetishes that…

To the writer

Freedom comes in different shapes and sizes Some with secret rendezvous and passion some with fun and and experiments some demanding death and sacrifice some with exhilarating emotional outbursts and some entirely idiotic but who is to say it holds no meaning All fits the brief All just as frenzied Just as punctuated with rebellion

steam engine

A lull A pause A hiatus Slowly the train rumbles again chugging its way down the peaks of Zermatt. White snow has engulfed the landscape incubating life and its offshoots. Waiting, pulsing, slowly slithering across the white moves our train in search of a glimmer of sun. 

Morning Cafe

Cafe Black Beans usually opens at seven in the morning and caters to the highly focused strollers, joggers, newspaper boys, janitors and doctors off the night shifts or someone like me who wasted all their efforts and energies in the night.  I like to sit at the right flank of the cafe. It is that…

Being silly

I paid eighty rupees for a sixty seven rupees coffee today, which meant I left a tip of thirteen rupees. I don’t know why I did that, when I come to think of it thirteen is not even a favourable number for many. For all I know, the waiter that I tipped could be a…

Spring

The grasshopper clicks his head rubbing the wiry hands together. He rolls his eyes and wriggles the green body. Spring is upon them, its brilliance unfurling in the tendrils of the guava leaves, in slivers of green shards that defy the dry brown patches on the ground, where the ants still toiled and trundled in…