Sundays in Thane in the 1960s

I have been born and brought up in Thane. Though today it is a bustling metropolis, fifty odd years ago it was a small cluster of villages and everyone knew everyone. I loved the fact that hens and ducks and pigs roamed the streets and that you could hear the church bell peal in the…

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Putting others in our boxes

Today as I walked from the library where I conduct my creative writing classes to the auto rickshaw stand, I saw an old couple and a younger woman talking on the footpath. Judging by their body language they were either neighbours or close acquaintances; not family though. That kind of closeness was missing. They were…

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Endlessly

  I walk through the house Listlessly It seems so big somehow And so empty. I strain my ears. Is that your voice I hear? That laugh that was so typically you. I close my eyes and I can breathe in the scent of your body, Feel its warmth surrounding me. I reach out and…

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