A Summertime Romance

I see him out there. I wish I could tell him, he looks nice, still the same though, he should take care of his health. That smile never quite reaches his eyes. They’re troubled. Oh! The dark glasses cannot quite conceal the worries. I hope he hasn’t noticed me. I turn away and walk over…

Parwaaz ~ The Flight of the Soul

For about 9 hours last evening, a song stayed with me, to the extent, I forgot for a while who I was, where I was and all I wanted to do was to somehow get inside the song and live there foever. The outcome of the madness follows later, but before we get there, the…

Romancing a Language

I am happy. I am expressing myself more and more in a language that was lost to me, one that I considered to be my mother-tongue. But my mother spoke a different language for communicating with her parents and elder sisters – Marwari – and a different one for her four younger siblings – Hindi….

Ghalib, Gulzar aur Gham

And of course there is a fourth – an Old Monk or a Jack Daniels or some substitute at the very best. I wonder what is it about sorrow, about sadness that brings out the best in poets and sometimes and not even a mediocrity of darkness in lesser humans, (judge me, as you will,…