“To the girl sitting at the stairs, You are a fucking goddess.” ~Anonymous Gatwick Airport, London. A woman dressed in black was yelling at someone on her phone in Italian. I could filter out the swear words. And it appeared so could the little Spanish girl standing behind me in the check-in queue. ‘She just... Continue Reading →
Fumes and mute conversations Red buses and red buildings Standing amidst Moving adrift Fenced by my earphones The lone star and I Solitude acknowledged in the sky.
Our bus halts. There isn’t any bus stop in the immediate vicinity. I don’t notice it at first, still enjoying Dorayaki. We had dropped these Japanese pancakes on the bus floor while trying to open the packet. That hadn’t stopped us from eating them. We had picked them immediately and stuffed them into our mouths.... Continue Reading →
We were walking through the streets of London again, still thinking about Mochi. Our tongues craved for more but we were determined not to succumb to our perverse insatiable greed for this Japanese dessert. “Is today 12th?” Lee asked. “Yes,” I said checking my phone. “I am not sure, I need to check, but if... Continue Reading →
Part - I Part - II Part-III Part-IV It was my first International flight. And everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Having gone through this entire struggle, perhaps I should have been happy but I was indifferent instead. The Air India flight attendants were middle aged, friendly, but also and busy. I greeted... Continue Reading →
Part - I Part - II Part - III The gloomiest day ever. I tried to divert my attention by watching people, reading a bit, writing a bit, eating little and mostly weeping my heart out in a way that nobody noticed. Morning, Noon, Evening. I wish time had passed as quickly as these three... Continue Reading →
Part - I Part - II Despite the heavy rains outside, somehow it was just me in the whole airport who had been so visibly affected by it. After having relieved my bladder and changed my clothes at the washroom, I engaged in yet another interesting conversation with the attendant inside. She told me how... Continue Reading →
Part - I The two months that I had stayed in my home thinking I would be reading, writing and even perhaps learning how to play Piano had ended. I hadn't read. I hadn't written. I had forgotten whatever I learnt about playing Piano. I had spent my youth and my old age waiting in... Continue Reading →