Goodbye Dear Mausi

Geeta Mausi (my eldest aunt) passed away yesterday. I wrote these lines for her. You left quietly on a spring evening Like the dusk that is never announced, And a life bereft of wistful moments Closed like a window upon the living. I wish I had know you better, or had Called you more often […]

The Ashtapadi Village

[Originally published by The Banyan Trees here.] Even as you enter Juladih you feel a Scorsese-styled fear and excitement grip you. The ride is rather bumpy. I do not know whether to attribute it to the mud path that leads to Juladih or the rickety old jeep in which I had travelled in the monsoon […]