VIGNETTES

RANDOM SPLASHES

They come hurtling at us each day, the intimations of mortality, the tidings of loss and despair.

May 5, 2021

FACE TO FACE

One face to another, I feel like a cartographer mapping obscure terrains of unfinished emotions.

March 8, 2021

Of Birds & Bees & Bugs

Joginder’s avian taxonomy is disarmingly ingenuous: birds that he can’t identify are classified as either fudguddi or kuchkuchiya, evocative vernacular for any creature that hops and cheeps.

January 22, 2021

Wait-a-While

The Bonduc Nut is a little like you and me: It has several monikers.

December 17, 2020

SACRED SCRIBBLES

Tendrils are nature’s hieroglyphs – a poetic word derived from the Greek for ‘sacred carvings’.

December 5, 2020

MR. M CONTINUED

He didn’t give up even after my failed attempt to kill him, something he insisted on mentioning each time he introduced me to someone.

September 5, 2020

KAKU’S PATNA

He would always wait at the veranda. He’d welcome me with a grin, a tight hug and back rub. He had strong hands.

September 3, 2020

MR. MORRISON

Mr Morrison was an Anglo-Indian tutor in great demand in my hometown. He admitted only the most dogged, and for a token fee.

August 22, 2020

PANSOKHA

You mean the indradhanush, I suggested. ‘Yes, that. It sucks up water and creatures from ponds and rivers, and then drops them somewhere.”

August 22, 2020