Saturday, February 10, 2018


All humans were nomads. Nomad, what a beautiful, absurd word of language. It doesn’t mean we wish to keep wandering, but we yearn to live a life at different places in different times, as and when each place provides us sustenance, security and some kind of settlement. I think I have a nomad’s soul waiting to move on to the next place when needed. If one wanders just for the sake of wandering, as I had always imagined I would - its called being lost.

Monday, February 05, 2018


When my whole life has been a preparation to meet you
Why is it that you have not arrived?

Friday, February 02, 2018


Why do the brief moments of beauty make one cry?