• far from failed_haiku

    It has been a couple of months since the one of a kind haikai journal shut its doors. I have noticed it to be the fate of several journals these days, and wonder if it has to do with editor-burnout. One does get exhausted with taking care of life while at the same time running…

  • How do I love thee?

    For the February issue of Palki 6, I simply had to pen down my thoughts on the one of the most celebrated saints this part of the century: Valentine. How do I love thee? “Let me count the ways.” The world will soon gear up to welcome spring. The little city of Loveland in Colorado,…

  • Masks and such

    Winter ground is different. The white blanket masks everything. The earth peeks out merely through a web of pathways and black, tarred roads. I walk to the entrance of the grocers, ready for mundane tasks. Life doesn’t always give happy servings on a platter, bitter memories somehow seep in, always. My friend Barnali recently hosted…

  • The X in Christmas

    ‘Tis the season to be jolly. Well, jolly was far from the emotion I was feeling. The media tried hard with its glitzy pleas to spend, but glitzy somehow did not equate to jolly. It was as if the entire world was begging the common man to do something for the US economy. Period. But…

  • Travelling in a palenquin..

    This year I tore off a page of my diary and set it off in a palenquin. A ride down a long-ago lane. From the diary of a remote Indian My first memory of the US is the strong fragrance of coffee at the Cincinnati airport. Excited and full of hope, I dreamed of making…