BREED

So is it the bell tolling? spreading, spinning? worlds of lust, parallely revolving, clashing like insignificant meteorites.   Too long has pretence been cherished, drunk down with some strawberry crushes, stuck while the paper-flies flew.   Yellow nights and maroon days, forgetful the man sits by the hills, unmindful when it washed down to the…

LETTERS – LOST & FOUND

They were talking about letters the other day. In a damp summer evening when the monsoon clouds has just started flying past and the rains have started drizzling somberly, touching the sweat dripping bodies, we were all sitting in the messed up room of cramped tables and tangled LAN cables. Two ceiling fans, were merciful…

Indian ghar k room se – LIVE

Papaji – Betaji! Daant brush kiya? Betaji – haan ji papa ji! Mummieee gulab jamun lao! ( Mummyji rushes with a plateful of sweets! ) Betaji – (bites into one) aaah! Daant mein tej jhanjhanahat!  Mummyji – O ji sunte hoooo…. betaji ko buri nazar laagi hain, Areey woh Dolly, hamesha nazaar deti rahegi!!! Papaji…