Bibliophile

She liked how the word sounded when said aloud, “bibliophile”. It had a texture of naughtiness about it. It allowed her to cheat on her lover without being unfaithful – an acceptable form of adultery. After all, she loved words more than stories, for what are books without words? Another word she loved – meta. […]

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Sequence

It’s like love played Benjamin Button.   They are strangers and exchange glances when they meet in public. They part ways. They fight. They make up. They disagree. Their love is intense. They are fond of each other. They are smitten. They were strangers and exchanged glances when they met in public. * * * […]

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Hesitation

“meow”, she prawls up to my flat as the milkman delivers. She eyes the packets for laps of her nectar. We race to the milk. She wonders if a pounce could still work. I pause, “should I claim my superiority, and shoo her anyway?”. That’s our “good morning” everyday; with hesitation.   * * * […]

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मिल बाँट के …

आखरी टुकड़ा कॅडबरी का, पानी पूरी की एक प्लेट, वह गर्मी के दिनों में, पानी का आखरी घूँट, मिल के बांटना ही आधा-आधा, करता था उन लम्हों को पूरा| सुनूँ मैं अनचाहा गाना, क्यों कि तुझे वह रिझाये, तुम चलो दोस्तों के साथ, क्यों की दोस्त हैं वो मेरे, मिल के करें समझौता आधा-पौना और […]

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यूँ पीठ कर दी

यूँ पीठ कर दी मैने तुम्हारी तरफ, क्यों पीठ कर दी मैने तुम्हारी तरफ?   जानती हूँ मैं, तुम ना सह पाओग टपटपाते आँसू, ना देख पाओगे तुम थरथराते होंठ, यूँ पीठ कर दी मैने तुम्हारी तरफ…   पूछोगे तुम, हुआ क्या? देंगे हम मुस्कान बनावटी. सह ना पाओगे, दर्द अनछुपा. यूँ पीठ कर दी […]

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Conversations in Macro

How do countries talk to each other? How do skin colors communicate? How do religions engage in dialogue? From one holy book to another? Through pigment-speak of some kind? In one’s language or the other’s? Or do they have a translator or two? Country A and B are in talks together with country C as […]

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Analog Love

“How much do I love her?” she asks. I know not what to say, for my love is not a one nor a zero it is. It is analog, not a line, let alone linear. Each person, each thing, gets not affection on a scale. I can’t plot it on a graph, to fathom it, […]

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Miracle

7 tubes hooked her 83 year-old body to some kind of support or another. There were no signs of improvement. She was declared brain dead by the doctors. Only a miracle could save her. Her dearest one visited her every day. He would spend some time with her. Try to make her smile. Say sweet […]

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shhhh…

Stillness, it scares us. Silence disquietens. The wordlessness is disturbing. The quiet quite unnerving. We grab a book, we put on music. A long-pending chore we take on with vengeance. They are our friends – books, music and even chores. They shield us from the silence that shrieks. Protection we need, from the person we’ve […]

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Love and Other Wars

Tears trickled with her sweat, as Reva struggled to hold the Yoga posture. It’s meditative, it’s introspective, it isn’t fair. Even her workout wasn’t an escape. What should she do? Abort or keep? It was the last symbol of her soldier’s love… …this is where war begins, she thought. At the root of intense love. […]

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