Navras artwork by Shailly Gajjar
  • In-Flight Entertainment
    **Trigger warning. If you are disturbed by humor based on body shaming, please do not read.** Air India has spaced out seats. Air India has great leg space. Air India has free snacks. Air India is awesome. But sadly, Air India is also sometimes super expensive. And so, here I was, seated in an inhumanlyContinue reading “In-Flight Entertainment”
  • Tryst with a Toddler
    Jenny: Will you watch Diya today in the afternoon please? I need to finish some shopping. Me: Sure, why not? That would be fun. Some fai-bhanej time. Be there by 2? I’ll bring my laptop. Can wrap up some work while there. Jenny: Umm…..didi…. are you sure? If you have work, I can ask someoneContinue reading “Tryst with a Toddler”
  • Four Weeks
    “Anyone help! Need a bed with oxygen in Rajkot” “Folks, anyone has contacts in Delhi? Need Remdesvir…” “My friend’s brother needs ECMO, any leverage in Baroda?” “Age 40, father of two, SpO2 at 60, help me find a ventilator bed in Chennai. No forwards. Please” “Need Amphotericin – B in Patna, any leads?” “Need woodContinue reading “Four Weeks”
  • Ten things to NOT do when the guy who dumped you gets married…..
    For all those heartbroken souls out there, adding to the immense problem of global warming by throwing tear drenched tissues after tear drenched tissues into the endless landfills, overwhelming the universe with your sadness and sorrow, polluting the internet with cheesy memes about your broken hearts, let me tell you, as a five times experiencedContinue reading “Ten things to NOT do when the guy who dumped you gets married…..”
  • Heema….
    We were probably fifteen when we first met. I had moved to her school. And my first ever thought on seeing her was….”Wow! She’s gorgeous.” Even in those loose-fitting pale beige trousers and white shirts that was our school uniform, Heema stood out. As one of the most beautiful people I’d ever seen till then.Continue reading “Heema….”
  • Crimes of Passion: Lies
    “Nothing like that happened”…. Abhishek said, in his calm and quiet voice. A calm and quiet that Natasha couldn’t tolerate right now. A calm and quiet that was just making the storm within her more furious, the waves of guilt crashing louder, more vehement than ever before. “But I remember…not remember…remember…but I have these visions….”Continue reading “Crimes of Passion: Lies”
  • Lucky
    Born in a dinghy little alleyway between the “Moti” apartment’s side wall and it’s compound wall, amidst a pile of discarded glass and trash and scrap paper and all, on one of the coldest days the town had seen that winter, the survival of this tiny ball of fur amidst a litter of five, wasContinue reading “Lucky”
  • Revenge
    “But why?” Abhishek asked, as Natasha gathered her papers from the desk, carefully placing them in her folder. She looked at Abhishek. Directly, a cold empty stare. Maybe, there was a hint of contempt or was it disdain? or maybe loathing? He couldn’t figure it out. “But…. Please understand. I moved out of my previousContinue reading “Revenge”
  • Pizza & Heartbreak
    “She was a bitch.” Arjun got that disdainful stare again. Followed by the folding of paws and the lowering of that very furry Labrador head. And those ears. “I wish I could do that with my ears when my mom starts nagging. You’re lucky you can just flap them shut and make a point ofContinue reading “Pizza & Heartbreak”
  • Scripted in Sand
    Ananya was playing “catch” with the sea again. Lithe, prancing, giggling, clapping and splitting into squeals of excited laughter, every time the soft, gentle foam of the tiny wavelets missed her feet. Bending down and rolling her tiny jeans up an inch further whenever they caught onto her and lapped up around her tiny bareContinue reading “Scripted in Sand”
  • The Hand
    It was perfect. Beaches these days rarely are. What with the swarming crowds and the careless tourists and hotels and water sport agencies. But this time it was perfect. Pristine. Clear blue sky meeting the clear blue sea with the sun shimmering on the endless waters as if it was tasked to make it shine,Continue reading “The Hand”
  • An Unusual Monday Commute
    Natasha is cycling, or trying to, switching between pedaling and pushing and cribbing and cursing as she crawls onto Harlur road. Just as the road twists another 30 degrees, she finds herself staring into her recurring nightmare. A long string of cars dotted here and there by a rickshaw jamming the road in both directions.Continue reading “An Unusual Monday Commute”
  • And then…She asked Him out.
    “I am dying for a cup of hot chocolate…” The tiny hangouts chat box blinked green and popped up in the corner of his laptop screen as he sat plotting yet another graph of temperature versus conductivity. Just at that moment, he was arguing with himself about whether or not to shift the fifth readingContinue reading “And then…She asked Him out.”
  • Lex Talionis
    Rekha was ecstatic. Finally, the day had come. She had been waiting for this opportunity for over four weeks now. Huh! Four Weeks? What self-respecting lady like woman would let those tiny bristles grow and flourish for four weeks. She wondered. Earlier that afternoon, Rekha’s manager had informed her of the services booked by theirContinue reading “Lex Talionis”
  • Alter Ego
    That day, when a complete stranger’s message popped up on her laptop screen, Neha’s perception of reality changed forever. She had been quite close to her mother. Over the years, when she left home for studies, work and later as she built her own family. Her mother had been that one constant, like a beacon,Continue reading “Alter Ego”

Every person born (and every dog too) lives an exceptional story. But not all are written and few are known. I am one of those hopeless romantics who sees a story, of love, of peace, of wonder, of fear, of rage, of strength, of kindness and of laughter in the everyday world around.

This blog is a consolidation of

(1) my poems which come out of pure passion

(2) my stories that are never outside of real life

(3) my rants, that are penned while some issue really bugs me to the core

(4) my cycle chronicles that are small anecdotes and thoughts that occur to me in the presence of my very adorable cycle and

(5) some status messages over facebook that have given me the confidence that someone or the else is reading and relating all the time.

Please do read and drop a comment or hit a like or subscribe if the blog intrigues you. I am learning to present my stories and songs better so any criticism is welcome 🙂

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