Tag Archives: Inspiration

BWW COVID-19 Chronicles: Keeping Time

My kitchen clock no longer tells the time. Since I do not have spare battery cells, it will be out of work for a while. I do not need it though, it has been rendered redundant by the lockdown. I … Continue reading

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BWW COVID-19 Chronicles: CAGED IN BANGKOK

I love short stories. This is mine; the one when things go better than expected, and in fact, explode, BUT they also go down, historically-speaking, far worse than expected, and explode too. So my April 1st was March 24th. How, … Continue reading

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Choice

Minu looked at her watch again. He was late. Or, she was early. As she was to every date or appointment. She couldn’t help it. The clock inside her set up a clanging gong as the appointed time arrived. It … Continue reading

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Synonyms For Green

My ringing phone is perched precariously on top of the files for today. Steadying it with my sweaty chin I leave court. Sweating. In bloody Bangalore. And not a single drop of rain. I dump my files in the association … Continue reading

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Give Me My City Back!

As 98B took a right, Into the cave of New BEL Road.Trees on either side,Extended a cool welcome back home.Tree-caves we used to call them,In a jungle called Bangalore. Indiranagar or Ashoka Pillar,The caverns looked the same.Green heads on brown … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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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

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