Clarity is slow.
But stark. Thoughtless. And cutting.
The way you are now.

Same time, last year: Day 351: Misty mountain hop


Back to base

Every now and then
when I feel the need to pause
I’m so glad there’s home.

Same time, last year: Day 263: All you need is less – projects

Day 141: Malleswaram market things

So, I landed in Bangalore this morning. And true to the nature of my home, run by my errand-crazy mother, we went to the market in the evening. Good old Malleswaram market that’s transformed in so many ways. And yet much of it still remains just the same. The same smiling faces, albeit a little more wrinkled. The same gorgeous wares. The same nooks and corners. The smells. The textures. The colours.


What jasmine looks like.
Fragrance up for sale, when it’s
Strung like sweet candy.


Look me in the eye
Unravel every inch of
me, wrapped up in green.


A whiff of today
The crunch of nostalgia
Spiced with yesterday.