The Idea-smithy

My first day back in the world after two days in a shell of immediate survival. Everyone in office had a story to tell.
One of the girls left office on Tuesday and we had no news from her till late this morning. She still hasn’t managed to get home to the as-yet-flooded Thane.
Another girl had [...]

I’m home today after living through the first natural calamity in my life. I’m dry and clean and well-fed. My family is safe. Outside my window the sky is bright. And only the puddles of water surrounded by debris remains of the horrors of the past two days. Its not just my legs that are [...]

From across a continent,
a voice, faraway and yet too close for comfort
drawls her name and rumbles on about life, the way she is supposed to live.
It interrupts her silence to ask, have you forgiven?
…………..have you forgotten?……
 
The ship – Salvador Dali  
An inconspicous looking email in her inbox carries a long, flowery poem,
the kind that [...]

Confusion is not when something does not make sense; It is when something does and is contradicted by something else that makes sense too.

When I leave,
I tip-toe out quietly
So that you won’t miss me
till I’m too far away
for you to remember what you’re looking for
And also so you’ll never realise
that I started walking
long before you stopped talking.
Call me ruthless
Call me sensitive
Call me an escapist…or a realist.
The only thing I leave behind is a question mark.

If you must start the conversation,
I will be the one to end it.
If the conversations end whenever you want them to,
I’ll decide when and whether they should start again.
A conversation between equals deserves balance everywhere.