Friday, August 30, 2013


Writing makes me live life through different people. It makes me cross age barriers, become younger and sometimes older and at times I get so carried away with my characters that I live an entire day of their life and get back to mine after I write my last word, add a full stop and tell myself, “It’s just a part of what you do.”

Stories that look simple are the ones that need to be thought of the most. There is inevitably nothing ‘simple’ in any form of expression. It is at times tiring but when you think of those dedicated readers who await your stories, you quickly get back to your pen and paper and then it’s you and your world.

‘Jargon’ is my new story for people who use lot of it in their conversations. It is sometimes nice to avoid jargon, be articulate and simple making people relate to what you are talking.

September's almost here and there are of-course many things to look forward to. Have a  lovely weekend and see you here soon!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

haathi mere saathi

Author Barry Lopez says, If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. Perhaps that’s the reason I write because stories come to me and I try and articulate them in a linear form.

I know several parents who belong to the same generation I belong to and most of them are away from home all day and sometimes for days together for work. It’s a time where living itself is the costliest thing and hence young parents strive to balance their work with family.

‘Haathi mere saathi’ is a story of a boy who knows why his parents work so hard and are away from home most of the time. He longs for a sibling to share his space, his mind and his joy. In the eerie shadows of the night he finds a companion, larger than life and someone who was always inside him. 

You can read/download this story on :

The magic begins when the things hidden inside us enchant us the most, many more stories coming out of my stomach soon!

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

devoted stomach

The smoke travels its way,
Through the narrow aromatic gallis.

Mohallah that echoes voices
Of the devoted stomach.
The lights that emerge
Atop wired balconies,
A soothing voice,
Guides you and me.

Little taqiyahs shine every now and then,
Some embroidered and some vibrant.
A feast of compassion
That sees no caste or creed;
Welcomes one and all
To join and share,
Joys of all.

Quaint kebabs;
To catch the eye.
A glutton wanderer
Who sees no caste or creed,
Joins and shares,
Joys of all!

So this was the Iftar feast in my city, from an area that boasts of aromas all round the year. I am off to my second home, Mumbai where I will be celebrating Eid ul fitr on Friday. Eid Mubarak to all of you in advance and hope you celebrate it with your mind, heart and most importantly your taste buds!