A mountain trekked on locked down feet

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...

Gifts from a walk in the city

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...

Pandemic and Cyclone – throwback to a malady

May 2020. This time, this year, is hard to not remember. Bitter, astonishing and no end to maladies. This year, this time, we would love to forget forever. Bottle green moss walls. Knee deep dirt water, the smell of sewage, carcasses and erupting fungus. In the midst of blooming wilderness, there are missing humans everywhere....