These flowers remind me of an interesting story which takes me all the way to Hong Kong. The flag of this beautiful country bears an equally charming five-petalled flower of a native tree, Bauhinia blakeana, also known as the Hong Kong Orchid Tree (though it's not an orchid but actually a leguminous tree). The story … Continue reading The Colour Purple
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
The second sip of the piping hot, sweet, milky tea seemed to do the trick, conveying a much-welcome warmth to all my extremities and giving me some respite from the strong, chilled, moisture laden breeze that Monday morning. As I took yet another eager sip from the simple ‘tapri’ glass, Babush brought forth his battered, … Continue reading The Bus Stop
Bzzz, bz, bzz, bzzzz…no, it was not the whirring of wings even though there were plenty of dragonflies and damselflies around. These were grave murmurs which were rising by the minute and had risen to fizzy levels by the time the beetles, bugs, crickets, bees, and flies joined in. So much so that the presiding … Continue reading The Tale of the Shimmering Pearls
For a few weeks now we had been feeding and observing this heavily pregnant village street cow, who about a week ago suddenly disappeared into the forest and became untraceable, even as we feared the worst. But to our pleasant surprise, she finally returned yesterday with her new-born stumbling and tottering alongside. The cow being … Continue reading Innocence!
He was at his routine yet again as he had been for the past month – or more, he couldn’t tell – to him it seemed like an eternity. Ever since he had set his eyes upon her, he knew he wanted nothing else in life – just her to befriend. So there he was, … Continue reading Yours Lovingly…
(Prologue: It was the month of September in the year 1998 that I was at Willingdon Island, Kochi for official business on board a ship bearing an Indian flag. It was here that I met Anbu the auto driver who narrated this incidence to me.) “Cannot go, my dear friend”, Anbu was quite adamant; and … Continue reading The Passenger