November 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

I was brought to believe it was the rats – disease carrying beings that run through our well-defined systems and cause havoc and misery. Repulsion is a steady survivor. Even when removed from a stained memory of refuse, it remains. And yet, in the cove of a Neem tree carved in the luxury of time, all repugnance dissipated. Unknowing, we searched for new meaning and adapted afresh. The decay remained strongly rooted in the system, and yet, not all its propagators are as aware or wise as the rat when removed from a complying, filth-ridden race.

May 31, 2012 § 6 Comments

On occasion, you need to return to remember love.

This past month has seen descendings to varied elevations, from that below the sea to a few metres over a thousand above. A fiery gulmohar, a shadow of elephants, a hornbill praying for rain, an exhausted pregnant goat, a common mormon and Indian crow searching for succulent summer nectar, river and sea food – all accompanied by tepid humidity and dust.

I was lost to worlds of novelty with new-fangled people, vegetation and wildlife only to climb back up the hills, drape a cloth around my own, and walk a familiar road lit solely by a soon-to-be-full moon.

January 26, 2012 § 2 Comments

And so we break in the shadow of a 1936 tree, hoping to salvage a moment of yesteryear and slink into a dream of before.

November 19, 2009 § Leave a comment

Today, it appeared to be feeling exposed. Whether or not this was a conscious decision on its part was beyond the realm of my understanding. The sun seemed to be caught in between all I could wish for and all I needed. It appeared to be unsettled until it found itself among the branches of a waking copper-pod. They fed off each others’ pristine states until nothing was left to be witnessed, but a miracle.

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