Once after dusk, Below the pleasing, purple sky, Was a waving banyan tree with its warm branches, Fondling the soft stream. In the midst of this beauty, One could hear a tune in the air, The birds stopped singing, And the cows stopped grazing, The women carrying the pots, And the weary farmers after Read more…
Vimala was a ragpicker. She was thirteen, but she had never been to school. She got up early in the morning and went about rummaging around in trash cans and garbage heaps for something useful. Vimala would collect paper scraps, old rags, plastic items and other apparently useless objects that had been thrown away. She Read more…
It was a dark, moonless night. There were very few vehicles on the road leading from Gwalior to Bhopal through the Chambal valley. A white Contessa was speeding as its headlights pierced through the darkness of the night. Mr. Praveen Joshi, a bank manager, and his close friend, Mr. Harish Bharadwaj, were in the backseat Read more…
I don’t have any home To the hills I have announced I don’t have any home The echo sadly denounced The blue birds on the trees With a twinkle in their eyes Sang to me, as if to say You can stay with us The rabbits in the burrow With their big, pinkish Read more…
In the night A look at the sky Reveals the lights Of stars shining high, The clouds so gloomy Against a moon so bright Under a tree A traveler sleeps While a curious owl Stares unblinking
The smell of old parchment pervades my room like petrichor. I am a self-confessed bibliophile who has grown up reading books. Just like Aladdin’s carpet transports him to magical faraway lands, reading exciting books carries me to my own version of a utopian world. When I am completely engrossed in reading a book, it is Read more…
