Impressions

(Headnote: I watched the beetle as it made its way across the condensation on a foggy double-paned window. The tracks it left behind evoked this haiku.) Liquid gems in my path, whilst bearing the burden of being, are these tears of dawn? – Narendra Nayak © 2018

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The Subversive Samosa

As I completed my check-in formalities, depositing my overnighter containing some meagre paraphernalia into the belly of the luggage hold, my stomach reminded me once again that I'd overlooked my solemn duty to feed it its due lunch. With meetings stretching unendingly and then the rush for a flight to catch, it was well past … Continue reading The Subversive Samosa

The Waiting Room

A hospital is, in my opinion, one of those places which brings you down to ground zero, sometimes a level lower too, to sync with the bare, naked reality of life. As we go about building dreamy castles of aspirations in thin wispy clouds of our imagination, it takes but one loose brick to be … Continue reading The Waiting Room