a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Seems like just the other day that I was packing bags and cartons to send via Gati to Kolkata. Only last week that I walked into the cabin at Edelman India to say goodbye. Just the last weekend that I had such a gloriously drunken time with the girls at home. And just like that I look at the calendar and it’s been a month at Zeenah today. It’s a … Continue reading “Month-old” →
The goodbyes are always the most difficult. I’ve done this year on year, and although I believe I have grown stronger, it shakes me up to think that tomorrow this time, I wont be here. Not in this room, not in this country. Not with the people I care for most. Sometimes, I wonder to myself – they years are so precious and we spend them trying to prove all … Continue reading “New Diary” →
I’ve been quite the fool And you’ve quietly let me I am lonely And you see me fight it alone I know you cause me pain And I should colour you black I try to wrench you open And every single time I fail I’ve no fight left in me But the eyes blazed with ambition and confidence I don’t know if you’ve even noticed at all That lately the … Continue reading “This is the thing” →
It is just like turning the pages of a calendar, a kind of stone we step across, a chapter of the book we’re done with reading.Welcome to the philosophy of moving on. It is rather prevalent here, in this corporate jungle. New people pouring in and some of the older ones silently getting off the bus – it is all a part of what is better known as ‘life’. Almost … Continue reading “Pawwky” →