I love you – II 

You see the little crabs scuttling away – you’ve noticed how they always walk sideways? And it’s so magical the way they go gupp inside their little holes in the sand. I wonder if they’re dancing perhaps, and not walking.  I like to see you in whites. Your linen pants rolled all the way up to your…

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Paper-Cut

Phone calls are so usual, unending silences fill them. Texting is now widely regarded as the best way to propagate misunderstanding. Yes, we had letters. Now we converse in dreams. In a particularly strange dream last night, I found myself hovering over the sand, at the beach where we walked, wiping away all of my…

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Cliché

Yun na mil mujh se khafa ho jaisay Saath chal, mauj-e-sabaa ho jaisay [Meet me not in anger, beloved, Walk with me, like the morning breeze walks with spring] Φ A Mehdi Hasan rendition of the famous, Ehsan Danish ghazal, playing from a vinyl record, whitewashed walls, indoor plants, a carved lamp-stand, with a shade to…

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J’ai Oublié

‘J’ai oublié’ is a phrase I picked from an adorable movie called Hiroshima Mon Amour. Here, I’ve taken bits and pieces of insights about memory and its fickleness, that I’ve come across in films, in literature and in real life. Some credit goes to an elegant old lady of 82, Mrs. Banta Singh, who I met in Chandigarh once. She is the inspiration for this story.

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Skardu

It was snowing and the mighty Karakoram were hidden by this soft, deceptively gentle rain of white flakes. I had a feeling that we are on a wrong trail and very likely lost. What if it snowed for days?Would I die here, of snow? Evidently, I am an expert at prematurely conjuring up death scenarios…

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Do You Love Me?

“I love you.” “…” “I love you a lot.” “Thanks” “What sort of a reply is that!?” He couldn’t possibly mean what he said. There was no reason for him to love me. He doesn’t even know who I am, what if I’m a kleptomaniac? Well, what if he is one? What if he has…

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Recipes With Leftover Love – 2

It’s the last of winters and the slightest breeze brings forth a shower of dry leaves from the trees lining the streets. Very soon, the amaltaas will vie for attention along with the gulmohur and the bougainvillea. Bursts of yellow, red, and shocks of dark mauve and white will inspire some poetry flaming with love,…

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Recipes with Leftover Love – 1

When you have leftover food from the party the previous night, you give it away to your domestic help, or you upcycle it. Plain rice gets a makeover with some vegetables, egg and chicken and has its Cinderella moment; cold pizza goes into a buttered pan, gets a seasoning with some fresh herbs or a sauce and you beam at this marvellous masterpiece, your breakfast couldn’t be better!

What do you do when you find yourself with a lot of leftover love on your hands?

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Crosswave

“You know who would’ve met you halfway? A worm whose tail wasn’t caught in a trap. And I am a worm that is bait. If we must meet, you have to cover the entire distance yourself. On foot. There will be patches of grassy land and there will be miles of white sands scorching under…

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