FICTION|A TWILIGHT IN SERENDIB

Some character background to this piece is essential i feel, to give it that bit of relatable relevance. Felicia’s character is based on an old family friend who is as lovely as she is absolutely, delightfully eccentric. Donald Rajapakse is a more sinister inspiration, based on the character of a man whom i know nothingContinue reading “FICTION|A TWILIGHT IN SERENDIB”

FEATURE|My Balcony and Other Animals

Of glimmering balconies, frolicking flora and organized murders This pandemic has changed a lot of elements including the manner of things usually relegated to the realms of the mundane. And that is exactly what has happened in the macrocosm of my balcony. A whole new world within has come alive, as the world without hasContinue reading “FEATURE|My Balcony and Other Animals”

VERSE| I Need To Find You Again

This dedication i wrote 8 years ago for my mother who passed away in October 2012 after a very brave, very arduous battle with cancer. She’s missed everyday, but now also celebrated every day. She remains the Queen of our Hearts. My heart’s shattered into little pieces.My mind struggles to synthesise reality.I find myself suspendedContinue reading “VERSE| I Need To Find You Again”

FICTION|Days of Purgatory – (Part 5)

A slate grey Mercedes S-class stopped at the traffic light near Kalma Chowk*. Its single occupant engaged in meditative contemplation, seemingly unaware of the myriad admiring, envious and studiedly indifferent glances directed towards his carriage. At that moment, Saif too was thinking of how like Cinder-fella* he felt, enroute to the reception of his ladyContinue reading “FICTION|Days of Purgatory – (Part 5)”

PANDEMIC 2020|For Whom the Curfew Ceases

(A soapbox on Breaking Free, the Outdoors and Vegetable Markets) In my Book of Life in all its quirky fullness, May 11th, 2020 will probably go down as some version of a post Pandemic Independence Day. After almost 8 weeks of an almost spirit-breaking curfew, I, albeit briefly, embraced the great urban outdoors again; andContinue reading “PANDEMIC 2020|For Whom the Curfew Ceases”

FICTION|Days of Purgatory – (Part 3)

“I have a bit of a secret to tell you”, said Sabeen lounging contentedly on the sofa near the wall. Dinner had been fabulously satisfying. She’d had two helpings of the fettuccine in all its curried glory and had just finished a not ungenerous slice of hot apple pie. The sprites of Gastronomical Excesses wereContinue reading “FICTION|Days of Purgatory – (Part 3)”

FICTION|The Fatigue

I was so tired. I arrived at my grandmother’s house, Z___abad, at a little past 3pm. It was a cool mid-March evening and the slight chill in the air felt soothing. I made my way up the broad walkway towards the main house. The familiar spring foliage in the inner garden was in full, salutaryContinue reading “FICTION|The Fatigue”

PANDEMIC 2020|Home sweet Hom(age)

Of Garlic presses, Firestarters and the BBC Starting with a cliche isn’t usually one of my proudest writing moments, but i’m employing the poetic/ prose license bestowed on all of us by these downright bizarre times. While it would seem almost counter-intuitive to wax eloquent on any kind of ‘home-boundedness’ at this juncture in ourContinue reading “PANDEMIC 2020|Home sweet Hom(age)”