I could be a lighthouse keeper.

Once a beacon of light, now a tourist spot.No, not the temple.  The lighthouse that once showed harbour to ships on stormy nights.  Now it beckons land travellers and photographers like me who look for stillness in the backdrop of tides.  I could be a lighthouse keeper. I could trim the wicks.  I too, do... Continue Reading →

Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning. I say without missing a beat. What do mornings have, that evenings don't? Potential.

Walk the streets of Alleppey, Kerala.

Walking is tiring. It is. Especially in India where the sun is harsh, air is polluted, surroundings are noisy, roads are not laid out keeping pedestrians in mind, eve-teasing and ogling is a norm and the list goes on. So the mere thought of exploring a town on foot exhausts me, that is unless the... Continue Reading →

"A whole day of darkness,at night, came forth the light. Colors, shying under the sun, now came alive."

ज़िंदगी तो तब भी होती…

ख़ुद पे यक़ीन था उस पंछी को, दिल का भी पक्का था।  फिर भी अक्सर, अपनी परछाईं पानी में देखता,तो सोचता कि ये पंख और बड़े होते तो कितना अच्छा होता।फिर ख़ुद ही को समझाता, कि पंख होते ही ना, ज़िंदगी तो तब भी होती।  मायूस हो जाता था ख़ुद से कभी कभी, कुछ ना करता, कई दिन तक उड़ान... Continue Reading →


I do not see you when I close my eyes, I see a darkness which is you. I do not see your face when I open my eyes, but you are the reason I open them. You are not my first thought in the morning, nor my last before I sleep. You are in every... Continue Reading →

बहार और ख़िज़ाँ

दायमी नहीं, ये बहार चंद रोज़ की है,लुत्फ़ उठा लो, इसपे इतराना कैसा।पलक झपकते जब ख़िज़ाँ आएगी,तो ग़ुरूर खुद-ब-खुद छूट जाएगा।तब थोड़ा रो लेना, पर घबराना कैसा।सर्दी की खुश्की में धूप सेकना।धीमी सी आँच में फुल्ले फेंकना।खुली आँखों से हक़ीक़त तो देख ली,अब बंद आँखों से ख़्वाब भी देखना।बहार ने तो मुड़ कर आना ही... Continue Reading →


Alone - what a melancholic word. You want soiree, klatsch for your kaffee - the more the merrier. You dress your part, the shinier the better; you spritz your choice scent, smear the red lipstick, let your tresses loose or up in a do. It’s a promising evening, but mascara should be waterproof. You never... Continue Reading →

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