Where’s My Gullak?

Remember as kids how much we loved receiving ‘ashirwad’ money? When the fifth cousin from Dad’s side would visit in what was a once-in-the-lifetime (or once-in-a-long-long-time, or why-do-I-even-care-how-long-a-time) family visit and hand us a rolled-up bank-note (or two, if they were feeling generous) with the customary tagline – beta, isse chocolate kharid lena (buy yourself a…

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Flaunt Not!

My Aunt got me a brand new bike The kind with the supports on the side. Rolled it out to my mates I did Wanted to flaunt it, Hear their compliments. Proud I was till one friend spoke – Bet you can’t ride it, he joked. Incensed, I wrinkled my nose, Slung my leg around…

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Lost World

I’m drawn to my balcony By the tenuous pittering Of unseasonal rain On a neighbouring tin roof. Something calls from within – A ghost of days gone by. It begs me to surrender And follow it to a place I knew once; Loved once. I hesitate; my world beckons. But memories are sometimes More tenacious…

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Letting Go of Obsession

Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Obsession: 1. The act of being obsessed 2. An idea or thought that continually intrudes on one’s mind. When people talk about obsession my mind springs to Kathy Bates wielding a hammer as she threatens to hobble her nearly escaped author friend (Misery, the movie adaptation of Misery).…

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