Marriage

"How did you end up meeting each other?" I asked them. "It was like this..." she began. After a moment of pause, she said in a low voice, "actually, I do not quite remember." "Yeah you have started to forget things," he took the floor. "It has been quite some time now." He reiterated the …

Bhagwan’s Plan

The CD started swirling in the sky. How? It was hanging on a rope that was tied to a tall avocado tree. Why? I am unaware, despite living in this neighborhood for a year and a half. Sometimes the CD would reflect rainbow colored reflection into my room. There was a particular time of the …

Angur – Anger

Somedays, I feel this deep urge to leave this city. I do not want to go that far too. I cannot imagine myself living in Normandy or Nairobi. I think somewhere in between should do - perhaps Muscat or Phnom Penh. Maybe even Chengdu or Varanasi. What will I do in my to-be-home city? I …

I Have Some Tea for You

"The more intense the idealism, the more bizarre are the contradictions that underpin the idea," she said. I sipped on the cup of Tulsi tea and placed it down on the table. "That sounds true," I opined. At the beginning of our conversation, the cat had watched us with a peculiar curiosity. Within a minute, …

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Fruity Day

You know, with the perfect inch of surety, that when fruits start falling as soon as you look at their parent tree, your day is deemed to be unusual. It first started with the guava tree outside my room. I was ready to go out and was walking to the front gate when a ripe …

Lips

Lips have been objects of fascination for a myriad of poets, painters, and lovers. Poets have described lips using metaphors and similes. Their poetic accounts compare and analogize lips as being linked with rose petals, pomegranates, and beetroots. Why beetroots? Stop kink-shaming. Painters have depicted lips within a variety of their artistic tradition. Modern, abstract, …

Happy Budday Mamu

"Happy budday mamu, happy budday mamu," 5-year-old Saralata cried out loud. "It is not my budday," her mamu responded in a low voice. Her attention was occupied by the stove. She was keeping a close eye at it for she did not want the milk to overflow. As an additional precaution, she had already snatched …

Postmodern Surrealism

"I am surreal," she said. Let me backtrack a little. I was on my way back to my studio apartment. I had gone to New Road to get my laptop that I had left for repair. I had spilled a cup of lukewarm tea over it a few months ago, and I had not bothered …

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious toxic positivity

When I saw the word, I did not feel supercalifragilisticexpialidocious at all. It immediately shifted me into a pensive state and therefore I started wondering - do big words and phrases even matter? Sometimes they do. For example - toxic positivity. The phrase seems like an oxymoron for a person not familiar with the concept. …