If summer comes, can winter be far behind?

♫ There’s a sad sort of clanging from the clocks in the Hall And the bells in the Steeple too ♫ The Road stretched in front of her, winding, twisting, interminable as it… Continue reading →

A Surprise Trip

Excerpts from my Travel Diary: 27 March 2011 I am here in my father’s father’s village. An erstwhile tiny village (atleast in my memory), Jathlana is your typical agricultural village in Haryana. I’ve… Continue reading →

Black and Gold ♫

So there is this song, Black and Gold by Sam Sparro which I’m rather fond of. However, the lyrics don’t make too much sense. So, here is a brave attempt at some poetry,… Continue reading →