Capturing the colors of thought

Fading footprints


I know you thought of me,
Once you realized I was free
But now I leave it all behind
You, her and the world that disagrees

Watch me walk out of here
Without ever turning back
I exit this space you inhibit
With my memories and mind intact

I etch footprints in my wake
Leading further and fading away
But footprints are not like ink on paper
The tides will turn the very next day…

Sometimes a girl may have to kiss a lot of frogs before she finds her prince.

I’m sure the frogs agree. One or two might even be daring enough to use this as a pick-up line.

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Pucker up, baby!

To my surprise Indian parents also seem to agree. Parents anxious to marry off their well-educated, beautiful, hard-working and independent daughters into good families of their choice, overlook the fact that while they are opposed to the idea of the girl finding her Prince Charming on her own, they are willing to let her mingle with a lot many frogs who are brought up the right way. Read the rest of this entry »

Nomadic June

Incredible India: A Himalayan experience 

The train journey

I turn my face away, away from the stench and the suffocating heat, the hawkers and the little beggar child performing to the drum’s beat. I drown out the low complaining voices and block out the train compartment to my senses. I glue my head to the window to watch the shadows in the water below that keep changing as the sun dips low. I watch the corn and rice fields whistling merrily in the wind, and the stretches of land left bare by summers that forced the rivers to rescind. At each bend I watch the train till it is replaced once more with plain terrain. We jump up with unabashed delight as we see on the rail tracks a peacock taking flight.

The growing dark stares back as the wheels run steady on these age-old tracks. The train whisks us through villages and across states but it’s a two day journey even at this rate. I feel the miles grow longer and I know the nights will get much colder. I count the passing days as time takes me further and farther away. Read the rest of this entry »


I hope you forgive me
Each time I go
Chasing moments
Making memories
That are just mine

As I tread these solitary paths
I wish to create some imaginary ones
To retrace in my later years
As boulevards for my nostalgia

I hope you forgive me
When I hop far and wide
Trying to dodge
the reaches of society,
nursing my wanderlust,

Like the horizon waiting in earnest
For the orange rays of the setting sun
I come full circle
and merge into myself
Lost, submerged in the splendor
of each caress, each breath of nature,
And the wonder of feeling so alive.

Off to the Himalayas…

A really really quick update to all my peeps.. I just came back from a road trip into central India. It was a spiritual, other-world experience, to my utter surprise… We spent 3 days with quick dips into the beautiful Narmada river, visiting temples and Ashrams along its banks and absorbing the history of all the places. Of course we binged on street food and ice-golas and cold drinks because it was sweltering hot this time of year…

And I know I’ve lots to catch up on, but here I go, off to the Himalayas for a trek… where the going gets tough and then those going, get tough!

I’ll be back in two weeks… and then I have plans to stay home and blog all day long. I’ll be back with lots of pictures… This is where I’ll be going!

Trek to Roopkund

Trek to Roopkund

I’m excited!

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These days I find myself wondering more and more about the concept of ‘love at first sight’. Recently I reread ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, in which the 17-year old boy sees a beautiful girl from afar and decides at that very moment that he can never love any other girl till the day he dies. He ‘woos’ her (the story is set in the times of frock coats and parasols and moonlight violin serenades under her balcony), and the 13-year old girl soon falls for him, but a couple of years later she comes to her senses, realizes that it wasn’t really love and marries a doctor. She has a very happy marriage till she’s 75, but our lover boy suffers all those years, till her husband dies and the book ends with the lovers reunited in their old age. Read the rest of this entry »

Wish me luck!

I’ve had an epiphany. Okay, not so much an epiphany, more like a rather hard slap on the face. I realized that there’s less than two weeks for my exam (which I’m attempting for the third time by the way). I ranted about that in one of my previous posts, you can read all about how I am struggling to be a Chartered Accountant  (for reasons unknown, and not dared to explore)… here if you haven’t already.

At this point, it’s now or never. Read the rest of this entry »

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