travel as a deliberate act, micro stories of living, and for the love of writing
On a turmeric tinged rainy evening, glancing at the creeper perching up through the highest wall, she scribbled in her little brown diary, "a mountain trekked up with locked down feet". She had been spending hours on the high terrace, replete with pink and blue blooms. The world outside was halted in transit, life had... Continue Reading →
Its final - the pandemic has made me a tourist in this city I like to call home. After an annoyingly busy #WFH day -a phrase the next generation will have come learned from its mother's womb -, in the middle of humid April in Bombay, I am going for a walk today. Once the... Continue Reading →
A yellow striped cotton 'taant' sari worn in perfect pleats around a slim waist, paired with elbow length deep cut green blouse and layered haircut with dark brown highlights - she looked gorgeous, even from the back. Carrying a leather file, she could have been any other office-going young woman in an afternoon train in... Continue Reading →
via Daily Prompt: Fret But, in a big city I am surprised at how things wither away. How friendships fade, people once your fellow commanders prefer to keep you at arm's length and how people you would daily speak to would no longer see your messages sent half a month ago. And then what happens... Continue Reading →
Third Bracket 