(A Tale in 3 Haiku) Scene 1: Two birds on a flex, claiming right of perch to swing, aiming claws and kicks. Scene 2: Wise bird interferes, why behave like human beings, show thy gift not guile. Scene 3: Chastised birds make peace, what’s with these two asks a fourth, “the bane of mankind!” [Featuring: … Continue reading Unchained Malady
The gradient was not that steep for the mildly experienced climber that I am, but the lack of level ground to get a firm footing was turning into a trifling issue. I had climbed about halfway up the rocky slopes and, wedging my feet in the space between the crevices of adjacent boulders, I lowered … Continue reading A Lot of Bull(bul)!
This one isn’t about tea or its receptacle. Nor remotely about W. Shakespeare. (Neither is it an attempt to plagiarise any of his revered dialogues.) It is titled thus since I fear there being a fair chance that at the end of my exposition you may feel that it is much ado about nothing; but … Continue reading Tempest in a Teapot?
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 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
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