Cooking

Cooking is an art - whoever said this, uttered the truth. Whenย you sketch,ย you need to feel the paper, use the correct pencil, every stroke makes a difference. When you make jewelry, you need to pick the correct beads, string them in the right sequence to make something beautiful. When you paint, your canvas, paints, brushes, [...]

Chord

Faces forgotten Words long gone Look them up here and there Old pictures and words Some people exit without a trace With known intent, sometimes The chord stays, a thin one Weathered by time To remind you of its strength Long ago.

Nuts and bolts

I found this box in my mother's bag. My mother passed a year ago and while goinggoing through her bag found this box which was once packaged with nuts served on domestic indigo flights. On one of my travels many years ago, probably from trivandrum to bangalore, I had bought this box of nuts for [...]

Going home…

The last time this big Bird took me home, the cold body of my mother lay in an ice box, waiting for my brother and me. Her soul gone. The warmth of her embrace now cold from the ice. Her smile faded, forever. I was dreading the journey. I didn't know myself for the moment [...]

The inner you…