Thoughts on life, love, the kitchen, kids and the stuff of life. Friday, October 21, 2016. Thunderclap resounding over parched earth. Promises of a torrent that soaks into cell micro worlds. Earth aromas ripe with expectation. And secret colors tint the green, where buds are poised to spasm open. Hope and expectation seem to morph this way.

नवम बर 27, 2014. नवम बर 28, 2014. Khamoshiyaan mujhe yun chhooney lagi hain. Jaise paani laut laut ke aata hai kinaarey. Tumse milna bichhdana to Goya tarkeeb hogayi. Mann na lagta ho to tumhi kitaab, tumhi sahaarey. Patta patta is naav mein joda, khoj-been ke jo tha toda. Hichkoley khaati zindagi hai jaise paani mein patwaarein. Kabhi meri aawaaz sunanaa, Badi duur se aakey chhuyegi.

Thursday, November 21, 2013. Will these small worries turn into big ones and will they make me want to control every move she makes? Oh I hope not. Sunday, June 16, 2013. A tragic life but I hope in death there is peace and tranquillity. Sunday, May 26, 2013.

There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. You Can Be My Fiasco Anytime. Well, there you go. Saturday, October 18, 2014. Thursday, August 1, 2013. For the three years I was in love I was a writer. Friday, January 18, 2013.