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Home Everywhere

As it is a well-established fact that I am a South Indian trapped in the body of a North Indian, I was understandably looking forward to my Kerala trip. I am yet to meet that one person in my life who would look at me and guess I am a Punjabi and not a South Indian....

Puzzle

She was late by two minutes to give him breakfast He yelled at her She yelled at him She yelled at the maid He yelled at the doorman The maid yelled at the dog The doorman cursed under his breath So they lost ten more minutes He, to be on his way to the workshop on...

Short Story: The Formula

It wasn’t my first trip to India. But every time I come here, I am full of nostalgia, a very quaint sense of cheer… and questions. Yes, questions too. I do love India. Even though I have been living abroad for 20 years now. Perhaps more because of it. I haven’t seen...

Bubbles

Oh, this beautiful world of bubbles, I am in a bubble, You are in a bubble, Everybody is in a bubble. Oh, my bubble is better than yours, My bubble is prettier than yours, Your bubble is more colorful than mine, Your bubble is a bit nicer than mine. My bubble looks...

Just Love…

Yes, I see rainbows Yes, the smile never leaves I smell roses that don’t exist Magic my heart believes It’s the way you look at me It’s the way you make me feel My heart goes aflutter My whole being wants to kneel Yes, I am high on love A little insane maybe It’s the...

Short Story : Tryst

It took a long while to sink in. It was really HIM. Him? How can he barge into her life now like this? Suddenly? Just like that? After ages? At an airport! She wasn’t ready for this. Though she had played this very scenario in her mind umpteen times, it was nothing...

ਚੁੱਪ ਚੁਪੀਤੀ ਅਰਦਾਸ

ਲੋਕੀ ਭਰ ਟੋਕਰੇ ਤੇਰੇ ਦਰ ਤੇ ਆਉਂਦੇ ਮੈਂ ਪੂਰੀ ਖ਼ਾਲੀ ਹੋਈ ਤਾਂ ਆਈ ਜਦ ਮੈਂ ਵੀ ਮੈਂ ਨਾ ਰਹਿ ਗਈ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ ਤੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਰੂਹ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਤ ਨੂੰ ਤਰਹਾਈ ਮੜ੍ਹਕਾਂ ਛੁੱਟ ਗਈਆਂ ਮਾਣ ਟੁੱਟ ਗਏ ਤਖ਼ਤਾਂ ਬਹਿੰਦੀ ਜਿੰਦ ਭੂੰਜਿਓਂ ਚਾਈ ਹੰਝੂ ਵੀ ਸੁੱਕ ਗਏ ਹੋਕੇ ਵੀ ਮੁੱਕ ਗਏ ਕਰ ਲਿਆ ਸਬ ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਕਰ ਪਾਈ ਹੁਣ ਤੂੰ ਹੈਂ ਤੇ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਪਥਰਾਈਆਂ ਅੱਖਾਂ...

The Tao of Sanil 8: Getting Born

After all the hullabaloo and hard work for Sanil’s 10th birthday party was over, and we were lazing about basking in the afterglow of job(s) done well, I asked him (a pretty simple and deserving question, I’d say): “So how did you like them? The first ten years of...

Broken and Lovable

Do you throw away what is broken? If not from your life then from your heart? Can something be broken yet lovable? Can scars be beautiful?   Scars that life bestows upon Sometimes as grace sometimes as riddle Or perhaps always as grace, sometimes hidden as riddle...

The Tao of Sanil 7: What To Be or Not to Be

“So I have been blessed with this teacher and guide, who decided to be born through me. My son Sanil, 9 now, has always been full of inquiries, observations, deductions and theories… Ever since I can remember and ever since he started communicating, we’ve had these...

Short Story: Manhood

And here she was again! How he hated this woman… creating a fuss over a few rupees, yelling and shouting even. Whenever he saw her from the distance, Raju knew a lot of time would be wasted. No matter how low a price he quoted, she would haggle as if he had been...