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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

singing along

Yesterday the radio made me listen to an old Hindi song from the 60’s. It is not that I ‘vent heard this song before. I’ve even hummed it quite a number of times. But today the song brought along with it a memory. Of a little girl and her mother, ears fixed on to the speakers of a cassette player. Pen and paper in hand.

It used to be our Sunday afternoon pastime. Listening to old and much loved songs to take down the lyrics. We both had our lyric books with us, to write out the lyrics neatly, without the many corrections that our papers had. I used to learn them then, diligently as if for an oral examination. It was my way of impressing my mother. The tune was invariably wrong and off key, but the lyrics were impeccable. My mother would correct my awful rendering in her smooth, beautiful voice. And I listened to her, awestruck as always. Falling in love with her again, yet another Sunday.

This was our time.

Today, I sit in front of the laptop, from whose clutches I never seem to escape. I try to remember which song it is that she had asked me to look up a few months ago. I kept telling her that I would find it, no big deal. After all there is google. But the fact is I haven’t and it has been months.

I miss many things in life. In fact too many things that it is probably unhealthy. Today however, this ranks supreme. The ‘our’ time. I think somewhere down the line, there are so many moments that I cherish, with so many different people. Which are simply not there anymore. And that makes it probably more beautiful. 

Sunday, August 14, 2011

A new member

Since he is a part of everything I do...

Manu is now a co-author of Verdura. Not that he has not been contributing already. Anamika has been ghost writing some pieces for Manu :)

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Brave attempts

The mind wandered
all but alone
searching, it found not,
love but love
I asked, whose but mine,
Not lonely, but rejoiced plainly,
In love not lost, neither found,
But i traveled all along


All the time you need
is all but more
I'll wait for you
to be with you
to love with you
held we are
bound by sweat and love
for the night
through the night
and forever time and again
It will last 
The breath will hold and forever it will last
not love, but life


To be loved, 
Would be loved
all things right, left alone
mused on the wall a dream,
To care for. to die for
Left alone, to be hardened,
the sky told to forget,
the water to forgive
pray, the earth told
asked the soul
to be loved would be loved
did death do us part?
did  love lend us the reason?
life made a stop, but did love?