musings

Tuned!

My father played Cupid when it came to my romance with music. An avid Kishore Kumar fan, he would play songs on the radio or TV every day. Not a single month of my life has started without having heard… Read More ›

Why? (2)

The moment I saw her everything around me was serene. It might be because of the devotional vicinity. Her pink dupatta with golden border was elegantly matching with the green shade of her kurti and the French braid open brown hairs were freshly washed and smelled pleasant. Her nails were painted red and perfectly twinned the ankle length legging she wore.

Tere Baap ka nahi khaati!

My school bus conductor would scream out “Moti, bhaag!” expecting me to run faster from my house till the school bus already waiting for me outside the gate of our building. I don’t remember much about how I felt about it, frankly speaking.