night cricket

Photo: by Teja At 4.22, it is still night. The traffic sounds, untrammelled from the clamour of the day, hum long and relentless. There is the other relentless hum of crickets that seems to come from within you, and goes back into your ears, trapping you in a continuous cycle of breath. You imagine that you can even hear the stars. Yes, there are stars, … Continue reading night cricket

oranges and lemons, sold for a penny

3 days before Republic Day, the hawkers were cleared off the streets of Bumm-Bumm-Bhole-Land. Then yesterday, after all 52 apartment complexes around had blared Lata Mangeshkar, AR Rahman and Mahendra Kapoor off their loudspeakers since 8 am, and every child from 6 to 60 in their tricolor scarves or white kurtas had been given a chance to regale us with ‘Saare Jahaan Se Accha’ in … Continue reading oranges and lemons, sold for a penny

afternoon goods

The goods compartment smells a little fishy. But that’s compensated for by the expanses of space available in comparison to the other compartments, and the breeze racing through the open and uncrowded doors. The women have taken over the compartment, since it is not rush hour. They shoo off any man who peeks in jealously at the empty space. A police officer is tolerated. He … Continue reading afternoon goods

two black umbrellas

On our evening walk, Teja and I opened up our black umbrellas. Teja said: “So old woman, I’m becoming an old man with you.” I said: “And why is that?” He said: “Well, we are becoming older by the day, aren’t we? And you are definitely old.” Usually, when Teja and I walk around Bumm-Bumm-Bhole-Land, we start off with him striding forward, and me following … Continue reading two black umbrellas