Snapshots: A Dream

I have always wondered what dreams are; and there have always been many answers. From imagination to alternate dimension, I have heard and understood a lot of explanations. I still remain dissatisfied though. I often find myself coming back to what my grandmother told me about them. When I was a little girl, I felt … Continue reading Snapshots: A Dream

(SnapShots) On the side of the road…

Oxymorons. I find them amusing. Two opposite words making a sensible phrase. 'Act naturally'. 'Deafening silence'. 'Open secret'. That little, 13 year old boy would have found this ironical. Something that doesn't belong together creating eloquent meanings and people that fit together like two pieces of puzzle moving apart as sun rays do. Sitting in this car, his … Continue reading (SnapShots) On the side of the road…

(Snapshots) pt2 – the Judge, his Wife and the Spade…

The loop of breath breaks The soul found its peace Idrees and Inayat stood facing each other. He was at the door holding a pistol to his temple. "What do you do in the afternoon?" shrieked Idrees. Inayat couldn't say anything except "Babajaana..." with shock. what...are you doing? "What do you do behind my back?" … Continue reading (Snapshots) pt2 – the Judge, his Wife and the Spade…

(SnapShots) pt 1 -The Judge, his Wife and the Spade

The judge, his wife and the spade...   It was sunny all day. Now, the clouds are gathering, for rain or for thunderstorm, it's hard to tell. The weather is always erratic in this little town of Bhijori. Erratic and intense. Idrees is standing in his outhouse, his glance and thoughts flicking between the clouds, … Continue reading (SnapShots) pt 1 -The Judge, his Wife and the Spade

SnapShots: Race cars, Caffè and Cards

  June 1955, Italy Michaelangelo Calavanti rolled his eyes at the slow-paced dusk. It seemed to him that the fervor of the race had bitten dusk and made it an eager audience as well. Just as the townspeople of Castello Calavanti. The cook, his eyes glued to the telly, garnished his pasta with spinach, not basil. A … Continue reading SnapShots: Race cars, Caffè and Cards

Snapshots: A Lot, Much Less and Nothing

That day I lived in degrees and it seemed in those moments to be like a pendulum: swinging from a lot, then to much less and then nothing. I was hoping I would feel the degrees all over again. But the pendulum stopped swinging as she left. That day, I meet a friend, happy but … Continue reading Snapshots: A Lot, Much Less and Nothing

She Used to Say….

Rumaina used to say, “A lot is invisible; that doesn’t mean they aren’t perceivable.” It always took Merve a while understand exactly understand her words and the intent behind them. Most often, the understanding would come to her gradually; there wasn’t any ‘eureka’ moment as such. She would see the truth of Rumaina’s words stitched … Continue reading She Used to Say….

Breathing Underwater

...I am walking into the sea. Salty air. Grainy earth. Heat. I breathed it all in for one last time and let the coolness of water take me in, bit by bit. Feet. Legs...a wave of relaxation travels from my legs to my mind, making the water more inviting. Thighs. Hips. I swirl my fingers … Continue reading Breathing Underwater

SnapShots: A Little Man, Hundred Rupees and The Conductor

Public Transport. Bus, to be specific. It's a world of its own. Ofcourse, if you haven't travelled in a bus you have no idea what I am talking about. Let me explain. You are bound to meet two kinds of people on a bus. The first kind forget the rest of the world the moment … Continue reading SnapShots: A Little Man, Hundred Rupees and The Conductor

SnapShots: Of Pebbles and Puzzles

It has to be 2 a.m and you gotta be really sleepless to have such deep thoughts... CAUTION: Reading any further might cause side-effects like self-absorption, absent mindedness, sadness, anxiety, dramatic mood swings or silent tears depending on the degree of relatability you feel with the following text. It might compel you to listen to … Continue reading SnapShots: Of Pebbles and Puzzles