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Nursing a stiff back necessitates a temporary imprisonment. And a view restricted to one window. But what a view. The
This is no life-affirming, earth-quenching rain. This is no stirring breeze bringing with it the scent of hope and madhumalati.
Forever building, never done. This city that never sleeps also never rests. Drilling, hammering, cutting – these are the sounds
Written as 2019 came to an end. Who would have imagined 2020? The last few days have been spent drawing
Memories of monsoon… The balcony regulars were suffering the effects of a delayed monsoon, like the rest of us. The
My baby left home today. Admittedly, only one floor down and into a larger home, but still, it was a
The sparrows are sulking. The water bath has been moved away from the feeder. They are a bit neurotic, these
My gardener brought me a present yesterday. A bag full of earthworms. I love earthworms. We used to go ‘fishing’
A half moon in a hazy sky and low tide. Sleepy early morning walkers, yawning, stretching. The post-monsoon air is
In the back of the taxi, the parts of me nearest the window are baked by a hot sun. The
