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Monthly Archives: March 2019
I’ll Be The Human And You Be The Tree
A tree and a woman get talking in a forest. After a few minutes the tree says, “Let’s play a game.” “OK,” the woman says. “I’ll be the human and you be the tree.” “But why,” the woman asks. “It’s … Continue reading
I Remember This City
I remember this city, when I first visited it as a wide-eyed child. I remember the gardens, I remember the flowers, I remember the Vidhana Soudha, I remember the bull temple. I remember the saree my mother purchased from Deepam … Continue reading
ಬೇಡ ನಮಗೆ ಕಾರಿಡಾರು
ದುಡ್ಡು ಕೊಟ್ಟರೂ ಸಿಗುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ ವಾಟರ್ ಟ್ಯಾಂಕರು ಬೇಡ ನಮಗೆ ಕಾರಿಡಾರು ಇರಲಿ ಬಿಡಿ ಗಿಡ ಮರ ಹಸಿರು ಬೇಡ ನಮಗೆ ಕಾರಿಡಾರು. ಹರಿಯದಿದ್ದರೇನು ಗಿಡದ ನೆತ್ತರು ಸುರಿಯುವದಿಲ್ಲವೇ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಮಾಡಿ ಬಸ್ಸು ರೈಲು ಇದು ನಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರ ಒಕ್ಕೊರಲು. ಇದು ನಮ್ಮ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಮಾಡದಿರಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಬೆಂದಕಾಳೂರು We don’t want the corridor Even … Continue reading
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From a Bangalore Treetop
I have been here for ages now Back then, I was a sapling and small I have lived and grown with my friends in tow But now I am lonely, though towering and tall. From where I stood, I would … Continue reading
Abundance
Dusk seemed to excite the avians, flocking in hordes to the mango tree. Life was abundant, energetic, and vocal, threatening to burst out of its green shelter in a cacophony of sounds, colours, and shapes. The mango tree seemed to … Continue reading
Tale of the trees
Once there flourished A garden city Its occupants stood Tall and proud Magnanimous by nature They sheltered All under their broad canopy Birds and bees of every kind Frolicked amidst blooms Varied, multi-hued Neither too hot nor too cold It … Continue reading
Nostalgia
“Is it true?” Ramanappa uncle asks, His voice trembling with the weight of the looming death That awaits the memories he has nurtured and raised over the years. I walk as slowly as I can Listening to the music of … Continue reading →
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