A Weekday

It was 6PM on a Tuesday in the month of July. He stood on the divider between Pusa Road in central Delhi, waiting for his turn to cross the road along with the other pedestrians who stood alongside him. The road, where drivers never pushed the breaks to let anyone pass through the road, waiting… Read More A Weekday


I wonder if the people’s gaze melts down for her into stardust For she seems unstoppable, and walks away with contagious  grace. …. She fiddles with her hair as she struts by in her knee high boots And flirts with the man whose gaze wanders her way, unapologetically. ….. I wonder how she hides her… Read More Panache


A photograph is worth a thousand words. But what about the other thousands of words it leaves behind? What about the thousands of feelings which the photograph transforms according to its own convenience? What about the isolation that a photograph creates around the subject? What is to the right? What is to the left? What… Read More Framed