Shoe Box 

Saturday afternoon is here,

And I, planned to dust my room;

With fairy lights hanging across the walls,

And memories hidden in cupboards.

And I did come across one,

This, hidden in a shoebox;

With trinkets and trivials of all kind,

And photographs hidden in the depth.

Faded and wet though they were,

From the dampness spreading in my cupboard;

Changing the smiling faces,

Into unrecognizable smudges.

And then amidst them I found,

Etchings of happier times;

Of smiles that mattered and smiles I missed.

Sighing, the shoe box was put away.

Dampness ate them, they said,

And tears were hot and damp.

Driving Lessons: A Memoir 

I remember the time I’d learnt to drive. My mom had come to the conclusion that my future husband will never teach me to drive and in order to achieve the so called self sufficiency it was mandatory that I learn to drive. 

And so there it was. My dad enrolled me in a driving school and paid up all the hefty amounts for the classes and the paperwork with constant monologues that he learnt to drive all by himself. Duh. And then it began. And as usual I idled around wasting still more of my dad’s money and monologues until it was finally the week of the driving test. 

It would be an overstatement if I told you that I was not yet clear about driving. The truth was that I didn’t know a thing. My parents brought me home from hostel so that I could have extra practice at the school. And they decided to accompany me so that I wouldn’t idle around any further. And that was just the start. Within the first few days me and my entire family turned out to be an utter embarrassment and nuisance at the driving school. Every time I tried to attempt the ‘H’ I had my mother shouting from the other side of the ground on how to turn the steering wheel without knowing how to drive. Or I had my siblings fooling around with the equipments. Or I had my mother asking unnecessary questions to the teachers.

Finally after all the extra classes and missed attendance at college I cleared the test. I still remember the faces of both my parents who’d locked my siblings at home to accompany me. I remember my dad missing days at the office. I remember him carrying my vanity bag around as I did the test. And I remember my mother’s tired face as she waited for me in the sun as I drove. It’s true that they try out things in the most embarrassing of ways. But I’ll tell you what’s worse. It’s when they don’t try at all.


Silver Linings Playbook

Ok. So I was late at watching it. And I know a lions share of you had already watched it and must think I’m crazy to post about this. But here goes.

The movie starring Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence and Robert DeNiro is a love story. And it is a normal love story that has dance and soccer. Loads of it😝. But what stands apart is the acting performance of the squad. You have a bipolar recovering Cooper and a depression recovering Lawrence whose done amazing jobs. No wonder she got the Academy Award for this one. Robert De Niro as Cooper’s dad brings forth a clear imagery of dysfunctional families.

Then, there is something else. Something more than love. It is the simple, easy fashion in which the movie makes you count your blessings and be thankful for what you have in life at the moment. 

Her Fearful Symmetry 

If you’ve read The Time Traveler’s Wife then you’ve probably heard of Audrey Niffenegger. Her Fearful Symmetry is Audrey’s second book and no, its not like her first. For one thing, it has ghosts. Yes it does. Not the spooky kind that gives you goosebumps but the friendly ones that play scrabble with you on the Ouija.

But Her Fearful Symmetry is not just about ghosts. And that is what makes it different. It is about human relations, about how they are perceived in different points of life, about how you fight to get back what is yours and about love. And it is in this perception of human relations that it is similar to The Time Traveler’s Wife.

I wouldn’t say it is an amazing read. But it is worth your time. And it can make you count the little blessings you have in the form of siblings.


The first time I spotted her,

When summer had started to stir,

Was beneath azure skies 

And amidst everything nice.

 She had a friendly air,

And some buragandy hair;

Never ravishing but simply plain,

And hands drained in henna stain.

But her eyes were deep like an abysmal hole;

And within those eyes as dark as coal,

I spotted pain and stark denial,

Fear of touch and revival.

PS : The poem is inspired from the novel Nampally Road by Meena Alexander and the occurances of The Emergency.

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