I remembered the girl in the timeless Malayalam movie say, ‘Ee veettil ulla aarum, onnum ente alla’ – ‘nothing, no one in this home belongs to me’. Why was she in that situation? Who put her there? Can whoever put her in that home, where nothing, no one belonged to her, claim to love her and have her best intentions at heart?
Tag: writing
The Neapolitan Novels
Does this mean I regret reading these books? Absolutely not. To read a sentence, a paragraph, a story, a book that sucks you in in your entirety, making you frown and shake your head at the choices of the characters, weep for their pain, judge their internal world fiercely, gasp at certain things they do and agree with them on certain others – that fulfills my deepest needs from the act reading.
Daughter of the planet
Earth won.
Like it won every single soul it held thus far
Like every parent beaming with joy for a newborn
Like every plant winning its first bloom.
Six cups
The child, searching for any scrap of uniqueness, for definitions in her confused search for identity in the world she had landed in — and who, as I’ve mentioned before, did not have much else going on — clutched the number seven proudly to her heart, as if losing it meant losing a vital fraction of the little that set her ever so slightly apart from ordinary.
Hands in my pockets
I stay still and watch,
Stoically? Not only.
Helplessly.
Alleys 