“Hey Philipe! Guess what, the Art Fair is on this Sunday.” “Date?” says Matt, rather mysteriously over the phone. It has been over a fortnight since they last spoke. Their squabbles had become way too frequent, so they were taking time away.
“Sometimes When We Touch” You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I’d rather hurt you honestly Than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you On what you say or do? I’m only just beginning to see the real you And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Till we both break down…
“Woooah! What are those multi-coloured beauties we have on the mantle piece, Mommy?” asked Sam. “New additions to my artifact collection, Hun. Urns and vases, specially imported from Istanbul,” Eva replied proudly.
Saturday, 5:46 A.M.: I haven’t slept a wink. The receding moon is gaping at me blankly. Well, it was a decadent night of drinking and dancing, on the River Mandovi. A night that also brought back memories from the yesteryears: of Rahul and I. When we had chatted on the same deck; till the wee hours of the morning, trying to drown our attraction in pints of beer. But, with no success. Last night Rahul arrived with…
It’s yet another dark, dreary morning. I wonder why the nights aren’t endless. Then the sinister mornings wouldn’t return. These gloomy mornings remind me of my vulnerabilities, and give me no choice but to face this loveless world squarely; everyday.
Naysa and Nolan have been married for a week now and are honeymooning in Scotland. They are out sightseeing. These ruins haven’t caught the eyes of many a tourists. The couple heard about them from their friends who are locals. The ruins stand out in all their splendour, adorned by the lush, luxuriant greens that have stealthily crept their way into the walls, notwithstanding the harsh weather. Naysa lies on her back, wistfully gazing at the sky. The azure…
Smiling Anjali took out her box of colour pencils and started sketching the gloomy downpour outside the window. It had been raining incessantly for a week now and everything had come to a standstill. Most people were complaining. But for Anjali the rains brought with them indelible memories of love and hope. After all the day Mr. & Mrs. Anand had adopted her from the wretched orphanage, it had been raining for a week.
They are basking in the stunning glory of a sky full of stars. Akram pours a third glass of Cabernet Sauvignon into Enya’s glass. Enya, slightly tipsy giggles, as Akram gently pushes her locks behind her ear and kisses the nape of her neck. They first met, as gangly teenagers. Enya was a new at school and Akram was a grade senior. He took her on a school tour and what happened thereafter is history. Fifty odd years…
~~Six Days hence, Coffee in the Present Tense~~ Six days hence You & I Will Simply Sense That time And tide Just make No sense Coz the Coffee We share In the Present tense Is all That makes sense Coz Six days hence And Coffee in the Present Tense Are meant to Simply Fill up Our sense And our lives Together till the end -Alok & Natasha18 March 2005 This little couplet was…
Hola! My darling Girl Natasha, How be you? Yes, it’s me writing a letter to you, my dear girl. Surprised, are you? After all I haven’t written to you in the longest time. A few years back; in my most challenging times, I would sit down and pour my heart out to you on a piece of paper or on my Mac. But I guess I’ve been so busy having fun with my new found love for blogging that a conversation…