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When I see through the fog I see myself.

Indite Erase

She gathered Shattered heart Broken glass Shallow bin Rags Dress Half stitch Wrap unwrap Want Vogue Lips broken Wet wet Scars filled Water bled Bustling path Lamp post Dim lonely Shadow shade Eyelids nimble Raw dreams Black board Grey chalk … Continue reading

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Some Life I Have

Some sounds I sing Some art I draw Some notes I play Some words I write Some air I breathe Some grains I eat Some sun I soak Some water I splash Some earth I rest Some sky I gaze … Continue reading

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The Invisible Waterfall

“Where did you find this photograph?”, I asked my daughter, as my eyes started reconstructing the fragments of memory. This was our second day in Ooty. A week had passed since the seven rounds around the sacred fire. We boarded … Continue reading

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The Wrinkled Straps

“Time is the gap between the hour hand and the second hand. Minutes are just fillers.” My fiancé of five days. I wanted to take him around Lucknow, in my own way. As we entered through the gates of Imambara, … Continue reading

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The Goddess

It was getting darker. As the temple doors closed, the lone lamp brightened itself. The camphor in the air found its way to the breeze outside. Time for the goddess to take a short nap. She closed her eyes. A … Continue reading

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Long Forgotten

He wrote on paper Left the ink to dry Some evaporated Partly absorbed It made letters fly There it stayed Years on the shelf For someone to find Stories of magic Parrot and rabbit Pale as dust As she wiped … Continue reading

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The sea guard and the crow

“Not so long ago, there lived a crow in the ancient city of Mahabalipuram.” – Folklore “The big tree on the river bank embraced the floods to reach the sea. The roots failed to embrace the sand.” – The Sun … Continue reading

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Talattu by Rukmini Vijayakumar @Jagriti Theatre

I asked Rukmini – “How do you depict emotions using gestures?” She said – “Gesture is just an extension of the emotion. The emotions in the heart manifest as gestures.” The River holding the hands of the banks, her two … Continue reading

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नयी झील, बहुत बड़ी झील

घर से, नगर से दूर दिखी गाँव के पास, नयी झील कहा कुछ ने, सुना कुछ ने झील बड़ी है, बहुत बड़ी झील अंजुली जल से भर माँ से बेटी ने पूछा, इससे बड़ी झील? कितनी बड़ी झील? अचरज हुआ, तुम … Continue reading

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सच असाधारण झूठ है

सच असाधारण झूठ है जन्म की भावना, शिशु की है या माँ की या पिता की मैं पिता हूँ, यह अभी सच नहीं पिता पुरुष से कितना अलग है सब राह के राहगीर हैं कुछ चल पड़े बिना राह के … Continue reading

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