by J.R.
I have been lounging on the bean bag for hours now which isn't the best thing. The hall has one small light on and the episodes of Seinfeld keep playing on and on. I am way past my bed time but I cannot get myself to go and sleep. I am sleepy by the way.… Continue reading The bean bag
Agar padh payein aap toh mujhe zaroor batana Hindi poetry by Jafar Rehman
This photograph is related to my previous post titled 'How does it feel?'This is Mumbai from Haji Ali Dargah.
I haven't been writing for quite some time. Honestly, I could have worked on building a habit or forced myself to do it. And here I am announcing this to the world. I was traveling last week and had a lot of time to think and reflect on life. A few who know me are… Continue reading How does it feel?
My friend came to me the day before yesterday. He has been lurking around (at the boundaries) for quite some time. He joined me before lunch on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I was all by myself finally reading a book. Yes, I was finally able to read a few pages until he showed up. In… Continue reading Visiting friend
Wow we are in 2019 already and this is the 14th day. I thought I will check up on you guys and ask how you've been? Did you make some resolutions and did you stick to them? We all know by now that resolutions don't work or hardly work. Gym memberships go to waste, the… Continue reading Resolution of 2019
I was driving home the other evening after work. Slumped in my seat with some random radio channel on I stopped at a traffic signal. Ahead of me was this Maruti WagonR, a very famous Indian hatchback. My initial reaction was wow someone finally stopped at the signal. But in a few seconds, I could… Continue reading Traffic Signal
The constantly moving pixelated text bothered me more than ever. The train kept passing stations, wheels rolling on the familiar tracks. There were all sorts of warnings and instructions on the screen telling you to not carry your bag on the back to not crossing the yellow line. The text would keep flowing from right… Continue reading Neverending metro ride
Raat ke kuch 11 baje honge use yaad aaya ki gaadi bahar khadi hai aur choriyaan badhti jaa rhi thi. Neend main behaal woh utha, chappal pehni aur chabhi utha kar bahar nikla. Darwaze ke us par ek choti si CFL jal rahi thi aur mausam thanda sa tha. Sardi ke aasar in dino ke… Continue reading Gullad ka Ped
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 