“Assumptions are the termites of relationships.”- Henry Winkler You meet each other after a while Greet each other with enthusiastic smiles You exchange usual pleasantries At the same time this opportunity you seize To appraise each other, to estimate What the other person has had on their plate While you were out of touch- moreContinue reading “Our assumptions”
Category Archives: musings
Why verse?
I write in verse, and often question Myself on this literary format selection Why is it that I find myself unwilling To write in prose, why is poetry more thrilling? Maybe the answer to this question is embedded In my Indian heritage- intricate concepts were threaded In short verses (shlokas) in ancient Indian textsContinue reading “Why verse?”
Where do they pray?
They prayed in churches They prayed in mosques They prayed in temples They prayed in synagogues They identified their God They took their pick They carved separate faiths To which they would stick They segregated themselves Condemned those different Had fights in the name of religion That God Himself could not prevent Continue reading “Where do they pray?”
Travel bans
My six year old and I sat one afternoon Reading about deserts and sand dunes My son, a keen learner of geography Expressed interest in traveling with me To some countries where sand dunes could be found To which I replied we could travel all around The world, and go to any country we fancied-Continue reading “Travel bans”
Scars
“Without my wounds, who was I? my scars were my face, my past was my life.” -Janet Fitch They said time heals Gradually you cease to feel Negative emotions with the same intensity The scars fade, your exterior again looks pretty… She latched on to these words when despair Clouded her life- everything seemedContinue reading “Scars”
Always.. Indian
On the occasion of Indian Independence Day An expatriate like me should have nothing to say Yet the umbilical cord binding me to the land of my birth Is hard to cut off- I can state that whatever I am worth Today is because I was raised an Indian My sense of identity remains butContinue reading “Always.. Indian”
Mothering pains
I have a confession to make here There is nothing nowadays that I fear More than meeting other mothers on weekends For children’s activities- I’d rather run mundane errands For each time mothers meet, the topics of conversation Revolve around the extent of their enthusiastic participation In their children’s lives- soccer practice, dance recitalsContinue reading “Mothering pains”
Where do my loyalties lie
In a world that is increasingly Divided, with pervasive hostility And paranoia everywhere- I struggle to see what is right, what is fair In this divided world I cannot decipher Where to place my loyalties, with whom to concur Every group I belong to has views that are right And other views that I wantContinue reading “Where do my loyalties lie”
Woman at Work
“We cannot all succeed when half of us are held back.” Malala Yousafzai The week starts off with a list robust Of things to do- she gets cracking, but first An adequate dose of caffeine she needs To get her galvanized into action indeed The list is long, but in her view It is excitingContinue reading “Woman at Work”
Escape
“I am not addicted to drugs or alcohol- I am addicted to escaping reality.” There are days I wish I could forget The route home, wish I could upset The predictable order of things at a whim (Though the chances of this occurring are dim) There are times when I let my fantasy take flight Continue reading “Escape”
Hello, I am your doctor..
I know you are worried I do not fulfil Your criteria- I can see I do not instil Confidence in you that I am capable Of taking excellent care of you, that I am able To diagnose and treat your condition- You might not have chosen me of your volition But you were forcedContinue reading “Hello, I am your doctor..”
Running out of the weekend..
Another weekend is over and I Watch the minutes go ticking by Sunday night is here, and my Anxiety level is reaching its weekly high Where did the weekend go, I wonder I feel so tired, I guess it was a blunder To create a jam-packed schedule It seems to be an unwritten rule ThatContinue reading “Running out of the weekend..”
Passion...unbridled 