The day I knew you existed was the day I slew you – unflicnched and steady. Can a lump of flesh cry? Does a clump of tissues sigh? Does a clot of your own blood writhe in pain before it slithers down the drain? Will I ever sleep? Having snuffed you even before you could … Continue reading Remorse
We’d been to the Sanjay Van today. It’s a ridge located around fifteen hundred metres from where we live in New Delhi, India. Here are a few captures. Pigs cross the weathered path: A cluster of bamboo trees: Storks seated in a mini island on the lake: At the lake: On the way: Only one … Continue reading Trip to Sanjay Van
The line has high static this afternoon - words almost incomprehensible. The female voice at the other end mutters something - about some Burri being bedridden. The voice rings a bell in the mind’s ethernet - a definite connection, one of the most prized marbles ever misplaced. A voice I used to hear for a … Continue reading The Other Slice
When the ticket checker asked me where I was headed, I had no clue. To say that the day had been eventful would be a huge understatement. I had woke up to a regular morning. Durga Puja was round the corner, our half-yearly exam was already over and it was a matter of days before … Continue reading The (Not So) Great Escape
The rain came again last night and it brought you after twenty years. While the thick needles plunged from the sky and hit the earth - its buildings, roads and the cold dry stones shed tears, you floated through my door to quench my eyes. My tired eyes rose to see you saunter in and … Continue reading A Parched Lament
Back from work, Sahil finds a big crowd spread in small groups across their basement. He notices that he knows most of them. They all peek at him frequently as he parks his car. His neighbour Varun splits from one of the groups and approaches him. He presses the lift button and throws a questioning … Continue reading Firefighting
Heaps of leftovers and days without food, gluttons and scrawny haggards, humdrum wealth and struggle to make ends meet, extravagant weddings and destitution, breaking laws for pleasure and larceny out of need are all overseen by the same sky with a sigh.
So, here are pics that I cherish or will cherish forever. Pics from 2016: My favourite pics from 2017:
Did a guest blog. The topic held my interest since childhood.
Presepe by Francesco Londonio, circa 1750
This is a guest post by Souptik Banerjee.
The Gospel of Mathew states that the Magi (a group of wise men) spotted a new star that cropped up in the sky and used it to trace the location of the newborn Jesus in Bethlehem. They showered baby Jesus with gifts as they believed that the newborn was the “King of the Jews”. Using this proverbial star of Bethlehem as a clue, people have often tried to determine Jesus Christ’s birthday.
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Rudolph had to be lifted to the hospital’s emergency on Saturday. The other reindeer played truant. A helpless Santa Claus had to arrange for a bike to Delhi this year. Not that he’s in his best health right now. He had severe bouts of cough, indigestion and mild nausea in the last couple of days, … Continue reading Silent Night: Santa’s Peril