Lalbagh 16/11/2018 When the winter breeze begins blowing When the city’s auditoriums fill with plays Under the soft morning light in Lalbagh I sit, reading to the wind A collection of poems in hand Short stories in my bag Giant Silk Cotton Trees, three of them With me, behind the bench I sit Little men [...]
04/11/2018 The year is turning soon. From the highways, it was as though South of this country is a glasshouse, separate from the Northern landmass. Days are pleasant here. Sun is soft. October and November are windy and the landscapes appear fluttering like flags in wind. With December, as Brigade Road lights up for Christmas [...]
It is remarkable how some of the runners can look at, examine and take stand on situations in their lives. Has been hard personally. Here is Meb on whats next. He retired after NYC marathon. Last two lines! Somedays it is hard to even pry oneself out of thinking from an emotional space. It works [...]
Rain. Tram. Calcutta. About the rest, I must write.
‘Rohanta- golden - his relationship with his parents’The narrative in the Rohantamiga Jataka.
Dude s at work. But this seems an appealing way to see the city.