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Stories for my great-grandchild
My great-grandmother remembered very little of her life. And I wasn’t one of the things she remembered. In her memories, my dad was still a young boy. So, my existence didn’t make sense to her. Introducing myself as ‘Krishnakumarinde molu’ just made me an anomaly in her timeline. But that never stopped her from talking toContinue reading “Stories for my great-grandchild”
another day in lockdown
‘After a long day, it is you who I want to come home to’, we declared to each other when we fell in love. But we haven’t had anywhere far to go and return from in a long time. In the absence of long commutes, how we described what being in love with each otherContinue reading “another day in lockdown”
embrace
Love was not always expressed physically in our home. When it was, it usually came in the form of stiff one-armed side hugs. Doting eyes and warm smiles from my parents filled my heart. There was no room left for affectionate embraces. As a result, when someone approached me with their arms wide open, IContinue reading “embrace”
strangers and spaces
Artists on the move While touring a modern architectural marvel, my eyes curiously followed the visitors and their interactions with the space. Frames like the one below, made me wonder if those who moved along the structure, were aware of their dialogues with geometry. As they seamlessly flowed through the interlocking lines and polygons laidContinue reading “strangers and spaces”
Holding on to a memory
Woke up at 3 am this morning and stared at the ceiling. It’s been three days since I got back from my holidays, but my body hasn’t yet learned that the sun does not make an early visit during cold November mornings. Maybe it’s because my mind is still enacting the sunny stories I livedContinue reading “Holding on to a memory”
Notes from an old town
#1 ‘I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me,’ wrote Fernando Pessoa. My heart felt the same way, so I packed my bag and set off on a journey to a dream. #2 Van Gogh journeyed to the south of France in search of the sun. The bright, clear light inspired theContinue reading “Notes from an old town”
Summer Poetry
I took a break from the scorching heat and sat to ask summer what else it had to say. Poetry. I can write poems for you, summer promised. Sun-kissed verses And couplets on the dancing light, Rhyming with the golden hour. But will you be listening? Hide behind tinted glasses, yet I’ll sing I’ll humContinue reading “Summer Poetry”
Of Magical Corners and Poetic Light
March was about building a nest in a new place and calling it home. The meaning of home grew beyond our four walls. It included the morning musings, the quaint corners and the romantic silhouettes that we came across. Sharing a few pages from an ongoing chapter … Continue reading “Of Magical Corners and Poetic Light”
Box of Crayons
Found a box of crayons this morning. With a bit of warmth and love from the afternoon sun, the crayons drew a rainbow.
Seeking Poetry in Routine
The morning alarm has rung and it it is time for her daily ritual. She whines at the sound of the alarm, scarfs down a bowl of cornflakes, chases after the 6.45 am bus, exchanges greetings with colleagues, reaches her desk and starts working. After clocking out, she waits out the traffic jam, devours aContinue reading “Seeking Poetry in Routine”
Kissed by the sun
The camera can’t look away when my muses are kissed by the sun. Drawing their portraits with love, depth, texture and cheer, the romantic play of light are my favourite moments to capture. Here are some portraits and self-portraits from last year, that are dear to me…
Stolen Memories: Remembering School Days
‘It’s strange you know? Everything here seems smaller than I remembered it’, remarked a nostalgic J as he walked through the school corridors. I couldn’t contain my smile as I looked at J, who had time travelled to a cherished and much loved world. ‘It’s been over a decade since you left this place. HaveContinue reading “Stolen Memories: Remembering School Days”
Love letters to the past
Dubai’s Old Town Beyond the extravagant metaphors which the city is always reduced to, there is a home I have no language to describe. For customised prints and postcards, leave a message here.
The sun visits home
Capturing the sunlight that traces our living spaces.
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