The Grand Return Spring is upon us. Literally and figuratively. The daffodils nod their fragrant heads in unison. The gossamer winged butterflies flutter around in the redolent breeze. Mere mortals traipse around; happiness kissing their feet. The robin whistles a melodious, staccato song.
Uncle Bill’s Blue Truck It’s a picture perfect day. The fragrant, spring breeze stretches out to caress the azure skies. The children are out armed with, Little Hearts and Ginger ale.
Remember that morning when the smog blotted the golden sun with its pall of gloom. When the vapours of your steaming hot cuppa faded into the oblivion. When the dwindling air quality in your urban dwelling blurred the destruction caused by Covid. Remember that morning when the sweet autumn fragrance was replaced by a chemical stench. When the dazzling Silk Cotton blooms bowed their heads in utter dismay. When nature screamed a silent cry, admonishing humans for the aftermath…
Love is… The fall colours are surreal. The morning hour hinges on hope, romance and fresh air. Their fingers and hearts intertwined. The reckless, youthful hormones rage a storm outside. The pedestrian looks at them discerningly. “Utterly brash public display of affection. Tch! Tch!” “Love is irrational. Love is unkind. Love is selfish. Love truly binds.” Another one who lost to love, in all probability. **************************** The couple is oblivious of the external commentary. They…
The stage is on fire, as Jackson Maine belts one score after another. The audience is cheering non-stop, gyrating to the glorious moments. The atmosphere is phenomenally charged. Ally is nervous as hell. It’s her first performance ever, to a packed audience of over ten-thousand. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought a chance meeting with Jackson would land her centerstage. Real time. It’s Ally’s turn to go now. She and Jackson step up the…
The beaches are bustling. It’s business as usual. They were shut for two long years, as the pandemic continued to wreck havoc. Things have begun to ease out. People have slowly, but surely mustered the courage to travel and visit public places. The masks are still intact, not so much the social distancing! The crowds thronging the flea market look radiant. They have survived the onslaught of the virus. While in quarantine they managed to don multiple hats – baker…
Live Aid Concert, a fund raiser for the Ethiopian famine 13 July, 1985 Wembley Stadium, London Organisers: Bob Geldof and Midge Ure
In Cathy’s kitchenette, the pots and pans, the colanders and rolling pin hang loosely suspended, from a rack on the ceiling. They make for a unique sight, always grabbing eyeballs.
Ivanka’s Land The bus trundles down the countryside, as the mist cloaks itself against the picket fences, partially blurring the view of the ruins and that one odd cottage that stands graciously, in the middle of nowhere. “Stop, please. I need to get off here,” hollers Ivanka from her bus seat. “Here?” says the bus driver bringing the bus to a screeching halt. “You got to be kidding me, Señorita. That’s an abandoned land. Nobody dares go there. Ghouls and…
Dadu’s Temple Tales We roam around the streets of Katwa without a care in the world, without any qualms and baggages of our city bred life. We left the city lights, to soak in the pristine simplicity of this lazy town that lies sprawled by the banks of the river Ganges. Dadu grew up in Katwa, and spent all his years serving the community; while Thakuma supported him relentlessly by pitching in and raising their progeny of six. We, the…