Distant Relatives

There is an old family house, built on flattened out contours on the left side of a mediocre mountain, that is now void of its makers. One was a nice man, but a drunkard, who had taken his own life insidiously.  His wife, everybody called her Maati (माती), was a giving lady. Their son, a little […]

When The Time On My Mobile Phone Wouldn’t Change

Last night I had a horrid dream. Bone shaking me to my core, I have never had such a sweaty nightmare ever before. I dream very less (if I do, I don’t remember most of them). Last night’s -mare ingrained in my memory very starkly. Details need too much background information about my family members. […]

Holes In Underwear, Middle Class Threshold, And Some Love Things

Read: and this : Snails, Day 1.5 – Santorini, Greece 2nd July, 2017 Alright now that the reading is done, I’ve some things to say about the things that you read in the title of this blogpost and some things that I found very relatable in both of these posts/experiences. I didn’t comment on the facebook […]

A Frightening Thought

Self Post This is actually very frightening that I think about the property value that my maternal grandfather will pass onto us on his death. I don’t want to take anything from that person. Even the ink pen that he gave me makes me want to throw it away on the road sometimes. But then […]

A Mountain Dream

Last night hailed thunderstorm from all over the places and directions, it was windy and later it got rainy. This morning, it was one of those mornings when the ceiling fan is not needed yet you still want it to rotate with the whirling of the winds that comes fresh after touching the mountains around. […]

When You Live In A Small House

A House where the adjacent master bedroom to the kitchen has a big window at the top for supposed ventilation. That means that I can’t go into the kitchen late in the night and find something to eat or drink water impromptu because Mum’s room will get illuminated with almost cold twilight of the kitchen tube light. […]

A Blogpost Turned Poem, by Khawaja Musadiq

A week ago, I wrote When Family Becomes A Distant Memory. Khawaja Musadiq, a wonderful wonderful poet turned it into a poem, thousand times more beautiful. Although he doesn’t know the context and details I wrote the blog post in, nonetheless he wrote so beautifully. surviving on a bleak glimmer of h o p e , […]

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”, a poem

For Simran Narwani I was looking for a friend, when you tapped my shoulder from the back and I was confused how to respond back to a recognition from a person that was not mutual. Last time this happened I was in a hall trying to remember something about microprocessors so that I could at […]

When Your Ringtone is Kacey Musgraves’ My House, You Are Doomed

I’m not a country music expert. But from the country music that I’ve listened to, from Keith Whitley to Keith Urban, I’ve personally loved what Kacey Musgraves writes and the music that is produced over those lyrics (or vice-versa). For about an year I had her My House song both as a caller and alarm ringtone. Needless […]

LOL Issue #13

This is LOL 🤣, Weekly List of Lit issue #13! You can know about what this curation is and why I started it, here. If You want to read the previous curations Want to get notified when the next week’s curation of good literary/arty links is up, in your email inbox, you can follow LOL: Weekly List of Lit Medium Publication. Also! The exciting part […]

Tendencies, Impressions, Situations, Feelings and Emotions

It’s a viscous loop isn’t it? Experiences create tendencies, and tendencies in turn create experiences. Where’s the source? I watched a video lately. A friend suggested it to me. I still have this and other playlists to watch, and even more. Yoga Vashishtha for starters. But the question, where is the source? Source is in […]

The Mcleo Accident

I went to a surprisingly less number of treks and trips when I was in college. Reasons (or excuses) being My classmates weren’t particularly adventurous, well most of them. The friends that were, never really asked me out for no other primary reason than my erratic responses. I’ll be completely honest. There were times when the […]

A Clock Story: When I Didn’t Know How To Count Time

My mum married at 22. She has some of my childhood photographs but no video. So she, my brother and I revisit my mischiefs by the mimics my mother emulates from when I was small. This one time, mum came home tired after school (she’s a high school physics teacher). She mimics how I kept […]

When I Tell Them To Turn Off Their Two Wheeler’s Headlight

I’m on a motorbike a lot. I’ve my father’s Royal Enfield (a.k.a Bullet a.k.a Bullt (Punjabi folks would understand)), and I’ve a Yamaha Fazer. This noon when I got out to run some errands, I found an unusual lot of people on their two wheelers with their headlight on during the daylight. I get irritated […]

Precipice (and Core, there’s no difference) of a Yogi

  What is Yoga ? Yoga is "Chitta Vritti Nirodha". Anything that frees the mind from it's five modulations . Fantasising, Wanting to prove/disprove, Lack of understanding, dwelling in past memories and sleep. The mind is in either one of these modulations throughout the day. What happens when the mind is freed from these five […]

What You Wear Can Make You Feel Less Fat

Okay, before I forget I’ve had an idea. Instead of Smell cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you I’ve to write a song with the same tune and rhythm for belly fat! It’s been a two years since I stopped playing college basketball. I recently came back from my Nani’s (maternal grandmother) place. In India, it’s […]

A Girl From Another City

For Amruta Ghate  Far from people getting nuts, partying, drinking, throwing up (why is it called throwing up, when pukes goes down?) from the honking cars and mazes made out of vehicles on Bengaluru roads there was a hospitable place on first floor. Twenty something people coming up with themselves and some poems instantly made like […]

We Sometimes Marry Our Relatives

I was coming back to home from the market after purchasing a box of curd, when it dawned on me. No wait… (Ziiiiizz zzziiip… (the sound of rewinding)). It wasn’t when I was walking back that is dawned on me. It had started dawning on me when I saw the picture of my mother’s paternal grandfather, in […]

LOL Issue #12 — (7–13 May, ’17)

  Hello! I run a weekly curation of good lity/arty links and things I visit online in a week. The latest issue is out! LOL Issue #12 — (7–13 May, ’17) On the above link, you’ll find the following. If you like what I curate, please make sure you follow the medium publication, so that I could notify […]

When A Pigeon Was Prophetic

Today a very strange thing happened. Today was my little brother’s entrance exam for a University (unlike America for example, not all universities admit people on a centralized exam like SAT, GMAT or GRE). In India, at least for engineering admissions, there are ton loads of exams (which I’m superbly against, I want my brother […]

Why I Think Slam Poetry Is A Necessary Evil

I’ll be straight to the point, the nature of the slam poetry is heavily influenced by American poetry, and no doubt about that, slam poetry was born in America. My problem is that we usually do not get to see other flavors. What’s the most popular flavor of spoken word poetry? Mental awareness. Before you […]

The Real Iron Man

THE REAL IRON MAN He has an iron hand, full of wait of coal burnt almost like a cave man lifting the weight of a person’s dirt and pressing it over to its core so the next time an ironed shirt is worn, it smells of sun charged like solar flares, flat creases transfigured into […]

Sands of Time

A poet’s letters to his muse found 99 years after his death She, the stories behind the scenes that he covered up in the lifelong attempt, to give into writing. I know he didn’t have an option. I just wish the unaddressed letters that I write and have written to people reach them before any […]

Just Around The Corner

It is a strange feeling. It’s a step yet it has so many infinitesimal sub-steps under it, so many if conditions applied to each one. I was just wondering what it’d be like to find places and roam around them. Especially if the places are in other countries. Meet people, spend nights in their rooms, […]

Vegetable Market Pantomime – Part 2

Today, the market was a weekday, meek customers at the whims of seemingly fixed and unbalanced prices ₹ 30 per half kg but ₹ 50 per kg. A Sikh woman gaunt as a twig with a kirpaan hanging fast, hopeful that the plastic utensils, the plastic strainers and the muddlers will find their way to […]

Vegetable Market Pantomime

When you raise your head up in the vegetables and fruit market so many people your eyes have to attend to mud filled aisles become hermetic, people bargaining margin of 10 rupees become a pantomime, a story written by feet pens on mud canvas, extra vegetable leaves cut aside, the open backs of mini trucks […]

I Didn’t Use To Wear Underwears Until 6th Grade, Here’s Why

I was so proud of the fact that I didn’t have to take the help of the other hand, to keep it out of the underwear during the duration of peeing. And this was relatively unhealthy habit until I was advised against it but, I used to not use my hands at all. I’d just unzip, […]