Song of the Summer Bird

(First Published in the Urban Shots: Crossroads Anthology) I ran out of the door, as soon as Padma turned her back on me. Before she could catch me, I was jumping down the stairs, two at a time. I slowed down after I crossed the gate to look behind me. Padma was not on my …

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Our lives

It took a 1/3 of a lifetime to unravel the many lessons life teaches. We started off with such innocence, optimism and defiance, saw life in the eye, stared into the harshness and chose to either walk ahead confident, still trusting life or refused to listen and walked on stumbling.Four people who have had such …

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My essay about Mom on Tehelka

Its been 10 years since my mother passed away. I was missing her so very much the other day. The end result of that hour was converted into this essay which I sent to Tehelka. They got back within days and used it in their 7th July 2007 issue.   Living without Amma Everyone at …

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Those Jamun days I

Everything seems mammoth; the streets, the backyard of the building, those adults that frowned when we made noise and the Jamun tree whose fruit we waited with bated breath for. Memories trickle by slowly as I recollect those innocent years, untouched by pessimism, free from greed, malice or ego. Ghatkopar a small bustling suburb of …

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Return to innocence

Went to the balcony a few minutes ago when I heard high pitch giggles. I knew it our relative�s daughter. They happen to live in the same building as us. She and her best friend and other assorted kids her age (all of 6) usually run around the building during evenings, driving cycles, spinning tops, …

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