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…

बबलू की चूड़ियाँ OR ببلو کی چوڑیاں

1 जब भी मेरा मन भर जाता अपने जीवन की एक सी शैली देख कर, (जो के साल में कम-अज़-कम दो-तीन बार ज़रूर होता है), मैं पहुँच जाती अपने पसंदीदा नाई की दुकान, यानि कि सॅलोन में, और बालों को किसी नए स्टाइल में (ऐसा केवल मुझे लगता है) कटा आती । यह परम्परा मांने…

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…

क़ीमत Or قيمت

अपनी यादों को एक ख़ूबसूरत सी रेशम की पोटली में बाँधा और बेच आई । क़ीमत भी ठीक ही मिल गई । सोना आज कल बाज़ार में ३०,०००/१० ग्राम के भाव चल रहा था । घर की छत टपक रही थी । माँ ने उसे शादी पर जो अँगूठी भेंट दी थी, वह उसे बेच…

मौसम – 1

This story is based on memories of living with, making a home with Nivedita Bhattacharjee, in Pune, in the years 2006-08. The account is purely fictional but very real too. Perhaps that is the dual nature of Memories.

Road Story 01

It was getting late and her patience was wearing thin by the second. He did not appear quite ready to say goodbye. I saw them from a distance, deep in conversation on their bikes, engines on, idling, and it evoked so many summer romances that I’ve read about, seen on such roads, quiet, peaceful, deserted,…

Endless Knot

Ik Sira Dhoondh Lo Toh Azaad Ho Jaao Uss shaam, uss shaqs nein baandha tha humein, Uss akeli si sadak pe tumhara intezaar kartay, Jod diya tha issay, jaisi bhi thi, jaisi bhi hai, Kuchh daree si, kuchh tooti si, bikhri si Meri iss zindagi ko Tumhari qismat ke saath Jis shaam tumnay pakda tha…