Ocean in a bowl
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4y ago
I have always pondered over aquariums. The transparent surface, the glossy exterior and the clear waters. The bottom is covered with a layer of golden sand and variegated pebbles. Often tiny weeds are planted on the sand and they float around precariously in the pristine water. It is as if there is no layer between the eye and the water. My existence as such had been a lonely one. I was trapped in the monotony of life that prevented me from connecting to the outside world. I was limited to living my life in a matchbox-sized apartment, eating meals from a box and typing furiously on the laptop ..read more
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I'm a waitress
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5y ago
 I adjusted my apron for the hundredth time today. I straightened out some loose strands of hair by bounding it close with a bobby pin.i had to reapply my lipstick. Sprayed some fragrance. This was my job. I had to look extremely appealing to the customer. I stood tirelessly in my stilettos and hobbled across the smooth floor. I smiled while the customer took ages to decide between whether to order dessert or stick to a salad. I waited while the kids played with the menu card and the parents were glued to their mobile screens confused on whether or what to order. I had seen customers leave a ..read more
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Food critic
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5y ago
I opened a new cafe in 12th avenue. It was my dream. The whole place reeked of incense sticks and potpourri. Balloons and streamers adorned the doorways. It was well lit. It looked enticing.  Brand new furniture, spotless floor and gleaming chandeliers. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the kitchen. People had already lined up outside to get a share of the goodies. The store marketing team had done a good job announcing the inauguration through colourful hoardings. Customers had also been promised a hefty discount on their first purchase. I  wanted customers to retur ..read more
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What is it
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5y ago
Every crayon I ever used to color Between the lines of a vague picture Diminished by the day and duller Every tint merging to a wondrous mixture Doesn’t that tell you That no matter how disparate the hues Paint a wonderful picture when they accrue Did the beauty lie within the eyes of the spectator? Or the shades metamorphose my canvas that muted the denigrator? Every ingredient I carefully choose To add to the secret recipe, I conjure Cinnamon, rosemary and thyme Blending with the aroma, with the precision of a rongeur Does the taste arrive with the pinch of lime Or with my love does i ..read more
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Tea
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5y ago
It was an excruciating day. I stopped at a nearby tea stall to drink a warm cup of cinnamon tea. The tea would alleviate my stress and help me cope with the challenges that life was hurling at me. I nestled the cup between my palms, letting the warmth radiate through my skin. I let the vapour settle on my face and took in the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon.  It was quite heady and strong. I sat on a rickety metal chair closely observing my surroundings. The walls were covered with worn down posters of retro heroes.  The paint was peeling off along the edges.  The sound of samosas ..read more
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Stir fried bananas
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5y ago
As a child, I loved eating stir-fried bananas. The recipe was probably simple, the bananas were steamed, peeled and then stir-fried in a pan with an array of spices. The steaming had to be perfect. It meant that the banana had to remain but soft. The stir fry was an art in itself. Choosing the right spices, adjusting the right temperature to get a mildly sweet and spicy flavour was tricky. There was only one shop in the whole of the city I lived in that it made it perfect. I would travel on two buses, walk for about half an hour from the bus stop to reach this place. The shop was ensconced ..read more
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I wish
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5y ago
I wish I could be a mother cradling my child in my arms. Coax him so that he does not cry. Occasionally treat him to ice cream. Buy him his favourite toy when he gets his vaccination. Make him soup when he has a cold. Take care of him as an angel would I wish I could be the boyfriend of the pretty girl who travelled by this metro every day at 9 am. High heels, coloured lips and a fruity perfume. The clickety-clack of her heels, the swish of her hair, perfectly manicured nails made me sigh in admiration at her. I wish I could buy her flowers and look into her eyes. Yet, before my thought cloud ..read more
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Home in fifty words
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5y ago
Hissing of dosa pans. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Sparrows chirping merrily on a distant tree branch. The air is busy. People rushing in and out of buses. Heavy traffic. Muffled chatter and laughter. Retro music blaring from vividly colored speakers. Bangalore that I knew and will always be ..read more
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Nifty fifty
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5y ago
I extended my arm through the cage where a pensive parrot swung on a tiny swing. He looked at me listlessly. I held a red chilli between my fingers. He took a dubious bite. He flew back. He probably wondered if that is what freedom tasted like. Tears welled up in her big brown eyes. She sniffled and continued to sob. The knife glinted in the afternoon sun. “How are you tearing up when I’m the one chopping these onions?” Robert yelled from the kitchen. I saw a herd of sheep outside the butcher’s shop. All lined up to be slaughtered. His cleaver shone menacingly. Every time a sheep wa ..read more
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The colouring book
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5y ago
‌This incident happened several years ago, yet it feels like it was in the recent past that it remains etched to my memory .I have always loved colouring books. There's something about them that draws me towards them. I actually don't colour the pages. It's the illustrations, the comical representation of animals, the very fact that it stares at you bleakly waiting for you to fill inside the thick outlines with colours of your choice.For a minute you feel like you are the creator and these are your masterpieces.The colours slowly breathe life into the picture and thus is born a memento of yo ..read more
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