Gompa Leh

Gompa Leh

Hills, not Hills, Mountains… With hardly any vegetation on them. Weather so harsh and extreme that there is comfort found only in the narrow valleys, close to water which turns to ice in the winter. That is where we find most of the living beings in Ladakh. In the...
Come Over Home

Come Over Home

 “Come over home anytime. It’s not like I’ll be going anywhere else.” Rasheeda Didi points to meand asks her mother with a wicked smile“Didn’t I tell you she’s cute?”She looks back at me and says“Are you looking for a boy? I have somegreat candidates for you here in...
13 Ways of Looking at a Poem

13 Ways of Looking at a Poem

Why should I forgo what I think or feel about a poem for what a literary theory says about it?  It is commonly believed that poetry cannot be paraphrased, that once you start unfolding its meaning, line by line, its true essence, like that of a dream upon waking and...
Returning

Returning

Eyes can never have enough of the sea she has borne. They say that the centre of the Earth is a woman’s belly- button, on the ocean floor. Drain the seas and her oyster eyes appear, encasing tears, reflecting books tall as skyscrapers, the riot of trees...
Is This A Triumph?

Is This A Triumph?

We as a collective have a long journey ahead… Saw a poster on social media of Mamata Banerjee as goddess Kali holding the severed head of what looks like prime minister Narendra Modi after the recent election results. I am not really a Modi supporter and I have...
Parenting in a Pandemic

Parenting in a Pandemic

Parenting during this pandemic is starting to feel like mindful living, for me. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a planner. I like things in my life to be fairly neat and tidy, and laid out in a manner that has been thought through well in advance. I make endless...