It had not rained in a while, Not a torrent, nor a downpour nor a drizzle It had not rained in a long while, three thousand six hundred sixty seven days to be precise, Though no one has been precise lately, it’s the haze they said, it’s the haze that induced the daze The old counted time in the number of teeth they had lost, The young thought of the children they have sacrificed. They sang poems of the trees, They told stories of the…Continue Reading “The never never rains”

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Not all of us grow with the same kinds of friends. Some of us had imaginary, absentee and perceived friendships. I had a seasonal one – with the rains. It might seem far fetched and fictional now, but it was quite real for me. All through my childhood and well into my adulthood. A compulsive loner, there wasn’t much that I wanted to tell others. Tiptoeing around people and conversations had become a habit and I excelled with practice. However, talking was a primordial need….Continue Reading “Memories of many monsoons”

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The summers are here. The best time to leftover photos of last year’s monsoons. Expecially, when they were such good times. I had taken a few months off from work and my wife was working on a project at JNU. So, I doubled up as the chauffeur. I would park the car, walk around the whole campus, chase the slimy peacocks and fail to take photos, play cricket with the students, take a hundred close up photos of different flowers, eat sattu paratha, have overboiled…Continue Reading “Monsoons in Jawaharlal Nehru University”

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