Dear Elio, I write to you of a girl I knew who grooved to Kishore on sunny mornings, who would sit me down and gently explain the nuances of shayaris and Marathi words I failed to pick. Safar Jahan is what she called herself, I perhaps will never truly understand her words as it’s lost in...
कहते हैं कि हर किसी की कोई मंज़िल होती है उस मंज़िल की तलाश का अपना एक सफ़र होता है तुम्हारी मंज़िल क्या थी मालूम नहीं सफ़र तुम्हारा शायद यहीं तक था पहली बार जब अपनी उस किताब के दो पन्ने, थोड़ी घबराहट और बहुत गर्व से सुनाए तुम्हारा तो पता नहीं हम सब के...
कुछ यूँ याद करूँगी तुझे, कि तू बादलों पर लेटे खिलखिला रही है, तारो के बीच सोयी मेरी शहज़ादी तू सबसे तेज़ टिमटिमा रही है. She said, “Let’s hold hands. I will feel confident with you by my side”: Kavisha on Samidha’s first stage performance. They performed a piece that they wrote together. “Aisa toh...
आँखों में तुम सुरमा लगाए आती हो बिखरने की बात हमसे मत करो, सीने पर ओढ़नी लिए आती हो बस एक हवा के झोंके की बात हमसे मत करो. सारा दिन पड़े पड़े बस सोचती हो हैरानियों की बात हमसे मत करो, चारपाई भी अब तंग आ चुकी हैं कोई आलाव जलाने की बात हमसे...
two hundred metres from jogger’s park (where a meeting, dissolved by the descent of august rain, brought you and i to soft green lawns to share our favourite words) — a small room queen bed’s length and breadth furnished by nothing more than an old cupboard and a sunflower, dying, over a stack of borrowed...
I was new to the college. Everything was new and different and scary. I did not know whom to approach. I would seniors around but did not know how to talk to them. I was very scared. One evening in the hostel, I meet this girl….. beautiful. Calm. Humble. ‘Hi, my name is Samidha’ she...
you will find me, soon on the third big rock near the fountain’s ledge between the mulberry and hibiscus shrubs listening to music we once imagined both our lives to. blue neighbourhood you, who was the daughter of moonshine sat with a child of the rainbows absorbed the sound of both of our remorse...
I don’t know what to write here but I know I have to write, today; not for me… for you. you always asked me to write “likho sakshi… bohot acha likhti ho tum” when I told you I don’t like what I write “kuch cheezein doosron ko chu jaati hai bhale tumhe pasand na aaye”...
Mere pehle urdu shabdh tumhare saath likhe the, Yoon pardo se baatein karte huye, Tumne kaha tha ki koshish karne me kya harz hai, Aaj tumhare liye ek baar fir se koshish kar rahi hoon. Tum kuch keh rahi thi na, to kaho, Hum iss baar tumhe hi sunenge. Yoon pawan ke jhokho ki tarah,...
