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In between Waves
In another life, a beach and I would be neighbours. I would probably go talk to it. It will come and give me reassuring waves. I will promptly play hard to catch and run away from unbelievable truths and believable lies. I would trade flowers and letters of secrets to the waves and would instead…
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Ghilli
It was the first of the two times I was taken to Rohini theatre. Vetri and Vardharaja were not deemed to safe in 2004. It was easier to meet Jayalalithaa than get tickets at Sathyam. In Udhayam and Kasi, people were fighting for their lives to get tickets both in black and white. In process…
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Talking King Shit
I think Amoghavarsha I of the Rashtrakuta dynasty and Rohit who traces his ancestry to the village of Kalavoor, outskirts of Alleppey would be good friends. First off all, I would travel in a Time Machine and go. He will pick me up in some elephant cavalcade because he seems like the one who will…
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Chumma Oru Scramble
In my dreams, I come with my list of wishes to you under the stars I want to see how your wishes and mine interact In the flight I take, flowers are right around the corner guiding I would like to shout out my wishes but they are happy hiding in silence and space In…
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Teach / Learn
Isn’t teaching learning too? It’s not simple that anyone will tell you. But have you ever seen the glint of a person’s eye over a dimly lit classroom, gently but confidently taking in all the information that’s being spilled over At the end of everything, some yawned, some listened intermittently but both sets seemed satisfied.…
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5…..4….3…2..1.
Once upon a time at 10:10PM at the age of 10, I complained to Acha that I couldn’t sleep. I had gone to bed exactly at 9:55PM. Checked if all my dolls were arranged in order of favouritism. The Santa doll was first followed by the Teddy older than my parents’ marriage. Acha revealed a…
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In search of Yellow Butterflies
Today I was in hyper reading mood. I am also in hyper ugh mood. I went back to Pocket. There were quite a few links that I have saved over the weeks that I couldn’t read properly. One of them was a Marquez interview from 1981 in The Paris Review. He says quite a few…
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A Tuesday
At a desk on a Tuesday where windows can be opened on the very fragile laptop. The glass windows in the corner offers an expanse view of the big bigger world but is firmly shut even as the fake plant basks the sunlight. I thought I am Super Mario jumping through the screens bringing the…
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Aavesham! Eda Mone, Not a Review
Dear reader, I must confess I love dancing. But when I move it seems like someone has tapped those wobbly panna cota you see in Masterchef Australia. So, I don’t dance much. But today… I might have at the Swagath Shankernag theatre. 1. No words. Just want to say. How FaFa! Why FaFa! What FaFa!…