Tag: memory
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Jamshedpur, late 80’s
If I was a painter, Like the untiring sun… I would recreate: The motes of dust, That fill up a quiet, quiet afternoon bedroom; Revealed, As things of complete abandon Sometimes zipping, Sometimes floating Oblivious, completely oblivious To the pull Of gravity and reason Settling everywhere, From our own skin From the window sill The […]
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On LN Kabiraj (Dadu)
As a child of four, I had just begun Experiencing the joy of long walks, Which taught me to love quiet conversations, As the landscape kept changing And what seemed so far and distant Was suddenly touching distance. Through him, Sometimes I was a dark young man Training to defend my family from the Raj […]
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Wherever I lay my head
My first memories of Bombay were when we arrived at Victoria Terminus from Jamshedpur via the Bombay Mail. The journey had taken almost 2 days, but in those days travelling by sleeper class was one of the most fun things we could do. It signified the start of a holiday. Something new, something different from […]
Between 2 Sips 