Pensive Piscean

Come swim in my ocean, amidst pearls and seaweed and resist the urge to drown

Love, Me

Look at you Spectacles sliding off your nose A hidden grin as someone speaks Thinking they know better

Yes, I’m a Mess: What does it take for a 35-year-old to get ‘sorted’?

Angel, our maid, enters my room. It is dusting day and she is armed with a bag of brushes and absorbent cloths. She does the windows and cupboards before zoning in on her least favourite area – my dressing table…. Continue Reading →

Pain(ed) my love

My knees hurt from the weight of my body. Then my shoulders ache, after I push them to their limits of exertion to awaken dormant muscles and feel the burn. Pain travels through me like a devious dune in a… Continue Reading →

Bird-watching: Finding inner peace, one bird at a time

My tryst with bird watching began when I discovered an expensive pair of binoculars sitting in my cupboard, unused after its impulsive procurement several years ago. We’d used it to watch wild bears and whales on our holiday in the… Continue Reading →

2019 : Writing and failing but always growing

I am down to the last few pages in my daily planner and it is time to do the dreaded task of evaluating the year – what I did and didn’t do, how I failed and possibly grew, what I… Continue Reading →

96: Two people, one night and the pain of an unfinished story

My dearest friend Ami and I are sitting together on the couch, nursing our glasses of wine, listening to the song ‘Life of Ram’ from the Tamil movie 96. We have watched the video far too many and never cease… Continue Reading →

Bon Appétit

It’s a lovely eveningThe candelabras are twinklingCasting delicate shadowsA waiter seats themHands over menus They scroll through the pagesTaste buds tinglingFor the fine meal aheadEntrees, mains, dessertsSuch sumptuous choices The waiter pours wineThey sip and nodBurgundy warms them upAre you… Continue Reading →

Buy less, Be more: Lessons from my year-long shopping detox

How to work on being a conscientious consumer

On love, death and ragda pattice

They tell me you died. You are no more. A stray dog barks outside, the pressure cooker hisses, the television blares a news channel with men arguing over politics; all the noises distil into a single hollering in my head…. Continue Reading →

Gully Boy: A whole lotta charm & spirit but very little ‘gully’

“You have a college just for music?” In a crowded bar in Mumbai, an aspiring hip-hop artist Murad (Ranveer Singh) asks Berklee student Sky (Kalki Koechlin) this question; an innocent and curious one as it may be, it’s a depressing… Continue Reading →

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