I sincerely try to follow and ponder over all that stimulates me... beauty, innocence, violence, emotion, action, reaction- fact or fiction.

1. What a start... or is it?
Prashant'sSolace

2. I sincerely try to follow and ponder
over all that stimulates me... beauty,
innocence, violence, emotion, action,
reaction and so on. Find my take on
all these in this blog.

3. ThisNight
Laila is playing Holi with her relatives
in their ancestral home. In a remote
Uttar Pradesh village, this has been
the yearly tradition of the Chaudhari
family. One that Laila always looks
forward to. But this year…

4. MAYA-PART1
Nothing in that moment of tranquil
sun suggestedanything wrong. I was
standing in a dreamy room
overlooking the Parvati Valley in the
laps of Himalayas.
She likednature so much that she…

5. IDENTITY
I opened my eyes. The left one felt
skin obstructing its opening. The
right one opened up to a sight of
nostrils; beautiful, pale, white
nostrils. But it took me both 5
minutes and a…

6. DaysInRain!
Events seem to unfold vividly
(played out again in our minds)
from days bygone, retained in
greatest detail, to the time of the
day and the dress she was
wearing...

7. AKindergartenEyeViewofanIdeal
World!
One fine day a childwas put forth to the
mercy of mortals on the 1st of Jan 1986! This is
his take on a new world around him.
Here I was treading into a different world and
you have no idea of the magnitude of
'different'; A place they called…

8. APUSH
A push, my child is your creator,
This very push can be your predator.
Know what power it holds?
A push in courage makes destiny, in veil rears vanity,
Devoid of care, troubles soul innocent for eternity;
…

9. Lifeisthosemoments...
Siddhi and Neil were having lunch in
a lavish hotel on a hot Saturday in
Allahabad, India. It was May
afternoon when the sun was at its
merciless best across the span of the
country. But it was a…

10. Autobiography Of An Omnipresent Indian Girl
I was born in a middle class
family in one of the many small
cities that dot the confused
Indian landscape. A landscape
filled with…

11. The I-Land
This is a tale of an emerging I-land,
Where S for society is negligibly silent.
Organs with ideals loud, in it were big three,
And very unlike the alphabet, it all began with C;

12. To Be Or Not To Be...
Life works in mysterious ways. There are times
when principles guide you into a particular
action and reasonably so. But then …

13. CHEERSME!
It started with a fantasy!
Fantasy to play with the spoken
word, just as my parents and
grandparents and uncles and
aunts seemed to do. But
somehow the second I opened…

14. AddresstoanIndianRapistbyanIndian
Man
People, sometimes I think
there is nothing so convincing
that I can write about but
sometimes…