I must grow my own wings
From within an airplane I look out Look about As we soar high above circling vultures Regions and cultures Down below must also be butterflies And conflicts and a handful of lies My mind soars With thoughts tied in mundane lures
The turn
‘I’d like to drive,’ he said, ‘I have a licence too now.’ And as he said this, his right hand involuntarily patted his back-pocket. His driving licence there was the reason behind the excitement in his voice. But I knew he wasn’t yet ready to drive on the highway, so I asked, ‘If I gave...
Writing is just another word for love, lust, and passion
Those three women strode in like empowered Goddesses and took the table right next to where I was sitting in the Indian Coffee House on Baba Kharak Singh Marg in Connaught Place in New Delhi. This was sometime in the early nineties and I had climbed the stairs to sit on the open terrace of...
Rules, formulas, and writing well
Everyone dreams of writing well. No wonder then that we see so many books that call you through book store show windows, so many websites that beckon you demurely and sometimes in a crass and gross manner… there are e-mailers wanting you just click and become a writer and then even SMSes aren’t so far...
