The sky is blank today. Like a white page dipped into black ink, waiting for a sprinkle of white paint to make it alive. But, the sky is blank today. It has no stories to tell, no stars to join, no breeze to enjoy. It is as still as a motion picture that has been paused for a while. Not a leaf dares to fall, not an owl dares to hoot.
I sit here in this deserted park on an autumn afternoon, gazing at the leaves that fall from the branches, thinking about what a tree must feel when a leaf falls from its branch and what the leaf must feel when destiny snatches away the shade it has been living under all its life. I wonder how terrible the pain must be for a parent to be parted from a
I’ve been on the verge of crying for too long now The tears have been brimming on the edge of these eyes forever I know how the shattering of dreams sounds I know how the hollow premises of the heart echo When it has been abandoned by its owner I choke halfway through my words Some fall out, the others stay inside Brewing their toxins into my blood I explode
There are bonds that become weak with time and there are those who heal. August, 1994 “Mummy ji, please don’t protect him when he is wrong. He is just 3 years old. If we don’t instill in him the difference of good and bad from this age, it will pose big problems when he grows up.” “He is my grandchild, after all. How can I let you
Darling, can I have this dance? Can I have this dance, not to the piano keys, not on this stage, not before this audience, but to the midnight tunes of darkness and love? I’d take you amidst the woods, where there would be no one but the stars and the moon as our spectators. I’d hold your hand and keep you close. We’d sway to the winds and dance to
I sit here in this empty hallway, thinking about the memories that are engraved, in a way, here. Memories of you and I, spending quiet moments, appreciating each other’s existence. Memories where I couldn’t take my eyes off you and you stood still, beautiful as always. Whenever I crossed you in this hallway, I couldn’t resist appreciating your grace and beauty. You, in turn, never said a word. But your