You know how I forgot my car keys in the ex husband’s camera bag.
He came to drop off the car keys today. He was being really sweet, but I suspected that he was rather miffed at having to come to my office all the way just to drop off my car keys. It’s no problem at all, he said. At least I got to meet you again.
Although I know he hates detours and was just being polite, he didn’t seem upset at all. I almost felt Continue reading of delusions
But hey, the good thing is, I’m a dad now, he says with a bright smile on his face, trying to put off talking about unhappiness for another time. You’re usually trying not to yawn or roll your eyes when people talk about how unhappy they are. I understand, you say, but you never mean it.
But this day is different. Continue reading of scars in love
The sky gets all teary-eyed as you pack. Tired, heavy drops fall on your windowsill.
Anuradha Patel glides from one corner of the screen to another looking like she has cancer or something. So do you, gathering sundry items still lying in the dresser and putting them in a Zipouch.
Aadhe sookhe aadhe geele, sookha to main le aayi thi
Geela man shaayad bistar ke paas pada ho, woh bhijwa do, mera woh saamaan lauta do
Memories of a monsoon evening, Continue reading of leaving