I am not a morning person. I spend days in a trance, hallucinating under the influence of a light slumber and myriad passing thoughts. Some I get to put down on paper, some settle under my eyes as dreams. And yet, we’re hardworking beings, and at any given hour of the day, find it easier …
March. Sunshine is chasing me wherever I go, its golden tint bursting through the flawed canopies of Delhi. Warmth, with a slight chill teasing my cheeks. Silence, with the odd honk from an impatient traveller. Delhi has been unforgiving on many days. I’ve had the dry January wind cut through my nostrils as I walked …
A roundup of some imaginative writing, personal musing and evocative stories from The Thought Behind.
Breaks are for breathing. Home is for missing. Friends are for laughing with and wide roads of
Since the 1940’s, the saptparni or blackboard tree has become a common sighting across Delhi. Every second house seems to be shadowed by its characteristic seven-leaved shadow. And yet anecdotal claims call it Shaitan ka Jhaad — a harbinger of bad luck, of the devil’s wicked destruction.
Photographs have a way of opening floodgates of emotions. Even if you’re not the one in them.
A review of The Grammar Room, Delhi.
