Neither nights nor dreams do I desire,
Your memories are all I’d ever require
Push me away and even sink me in despair
I’d not do anything else than just smile.

Come to think of it, it’s not your smile,
Neither your ever twinkling eyes
Nor that ...

Orissa as we call it, or Odisha as they call it,is what you call a decent place. It’s hot and humid. It’s green and barren. It’s greenery is like Antonia Valencia’s pace - it is there, but rarely does it thrust itself on to your face ...

I remember it vividly. Even now.

It was sometime around in the afternoon - when stomachs are generally full and when the tidings of the day are already established. When you already know what kind of day it is going to be.  When you simply stop fighting against the tide and ...

Dear Madurai (aka all the wonderful people in it ),

For 22 long years you have been the place I called home.

I’ve walked among the dust-filled roads, braved the sweltering heat, found joy in roaming the crowded city, fell in love with our own brand of tamil. You have ...