Savage Life

they met, they loved 

they parted, they cried

they met again, they smiled,  

they were one, a whole again…


there was magic in the air, 

the tender hand on her hair…. 

time went by,

life was a blur

of hugs and promises

smiles and stolen kisses….


yet there came a day 

when he did pull away!

 savage his words

I no longer feel love

savage his action 

of final retraction 

savage his love

forgetting his vow

savage his heart 

tears hers apart

Savage is love,

Savage is life !


In response to Daily Prompt :



The Peak Tourist Season For Awe Inspiring Ladakh Is May-September. Here’s My Experience Of It

From my QUILL

Paw Prints 

She came to us, more than 18 years ago. A tiny bundle,  barely two months old and walked straight into our collective hearts…. 

We’d wanted a pet that would grow with the kids. We did not  realize then that we had just adopted another kid!  Minnie,  as we were told she was named, decided I was her mom and Rajiv her dad. She would run to the door as any of us came in and a small lil dance of her own, prancing around,  to welcome us. Her limpid eyes reflected unconditional love n happiness. She brought joy to all of us  

Rohan who was 6 then adored her and Apoorva, who was born about 6 months after Minnie,  literally grew up with her. 

The bond they shared with Minnie was a treat to watch… She was so much a part of their lives and hearts. It was much later that we actually realized just how much she meant to them, as a source of joy and confort. 

Minnie was ladylike and yet, had a strong and solid presence. I don’t remember her upsetting or angering us in any way. She had been easy to train and barely troubled us the way some pets could. 

Often, when I left the house for hospital emergencies at night, she would be the only one awake and would be waiting by the door till I returned. She would walk me back to my room and then go and sleep in the children’s room. A ritual she followed religiously. God Bless her. 

Rajiv was her friend and playing with him was a treat for her. Each of us had an extra special bond with her in our own ways  and she  became a part of a family of five! 

The only painful part about having  her was leaving her. She was troubled towards the end by a series of medical ailments which left her debilitated frail and blind. Rohan and Apoorva looked after her in a way that both touched and frightened me. Rohan would spend entire days on end tending to her and taking her out in his arms. She could barely raise her head towards the end and yet she would wag her tail the moment I reached home. Apoorva hugged her to comfort her a hundred times a day… 

The repeated trips to the vet told their own story and I knew it wasn’t long before she left us. The vet was kind but finally told us it was futile and we had to let her go. It still took usover 4 weeks to take that last step. She took barely a few seconds to go as I held her in my arms at the vets clinic. 

Rohan had found a place where we could cremate her and I drove 35 kms on the outskirts of Pune  to that place. Apoorva drew a beautiful drawing of her and wrote our goodbyes on it which we consigned to flames along with Minnie as I lit her pyre. Silent tears from me and sobs from the children accompanied our sweet lil companion of 13 and a half years.  Rajiv was away on a posting and could only grieve from afar. 

It was 02 July 2011. Six years today. 

A gentler pet never lived. 

You loved and were loved unconditionally, dear Minnie. 

Puzzling Battle

My favorite idea of a dream”Me-Time” is to curl on my side of the bed, with a book in one hand, my favorite music playing in the background, with my other hand dipping into a bowl of snacks! The snack may be from an array of possibilities from the ubiquitous potato chips to nachos to chocolates.

My favorite part of the midmorning tea is the snacks that I hope, will be served with it. 

My favorite part of the evening is watching my favorite show on TV with- yes you guessed it – a bowl of snacks on my bedside table.

My favorite part of any party is the small-eats that is part and parcel of any decent dinner, be it fish fingers kabobs or Tikkas. 

My favorite section in the Food store is the snack corner, be it biscuits,  dry fruits or packed Indian savouries. 

My idea of a good birthday party is a collection of heavy snacks varying from rolls and finger food to cakes and pastries. 

Barring all of the above, I’m on a strict diet. Yet I wonder why my weighing machine refuses to show the results… 


In response to Daily Prompt



Love life and loyalty

Are they all faulty

Friendship and its elation

Is that too just an illusion???

Are we all just conditioned

With the ideas mentioned

From birth through books

Poems and music that looks

At life through rose tinted glasses

Be it love, be it deep affection 

Is all of it just plain Illusion???

A mother writes…

My darling daughter,

As you stand on the threshold of a new life, a hundred images flash across my mind’s eye….. the tiny bundle placed in my arms… my precious little princess. The toddler years, the turbulent teens, the choices you made, the games you played , the secrets we shared, the late night chick flicks, the small joys and sorrows that seemed so big till we spoke of them…. in the middle of it all you grew up and  today  you are a young woman with a mind of your own and I’m proud to say,  her own person. So strike out on your own and make your own little paradise of a home with your chosen one.

Yet there’s a small fear lurking in the shadows of my mind… what if things do not turn out as you have hoped? What if he does not give you the freedom to be you? What if he thinks your profession is not a fulfilling a dream, but just a whim?

What if he thinks a small whack on your hand if you do something he does not approve is “OK”? What if he thinks its “the norm” to lose his temper if you dare go where he has forbidden you to go or do what he thinks you should not do? What if he thinks a raised voice or a raised hand is justified if you get a “little out of hand”?

What if he thinks “its fine” to get home with his friends and proceed to get high as you put together snacks and meals and then makes fun of you?

What if he thinks that every mistake you make perceived or real, is reason enough to strike or hurt you? What if he thinks you have to pay for each “misdemeanor” with a scar on your body or mind?

What if he thinks that laying a hand on you “goes with the  turf” as he is the Man?

Then my darling, you get right back home and share your pain with us. Nothing that does not feel right will ever be right. If you need a confidante, I will always be there. If you need shelter, our home, no, your home is always open. If you discover its been a mistake,  its never too late. There is no reason whatsoever to suffer in pain or just wishing it away. We have to talk about the elephant in the room. No partner or spouse is ever justified in using violence – physical, verbal or emotional against his /her partner. There are ways and means of sorting out incompatibility issues  or sheer bad luck in choosing a partner other than violence. There is no stigma attached to choosing to walk out of a bad relationship. It is your choice. And more importantly, it is your right.

Do not blame yourself or make excuses for him.

Just hold your head high and head back home. Its doors will always be open for you. And so will my arms be. To hold you, hug you and walk you through life. Always.  No matter what! Know that.

Loads of love and a tight hug to my princess.


#A letter to Her – Part of a Blogathon to spread awareness about Domestic Violence

#I would like to read When I Hit You by Meena Kandasamy  to know how to deal with Domestic Violence and because it breaks the silence surrounding domestic violence.



A tribute to Paper

Pieces of  Paper…. 

Sometimes telling 

Stories of capers…

Sometimes acting 

As exchangers 

Sometimes bringing 

News through letters

Sometimes adding 

Life to pictures

Sometimes causing 

Joy to readers

Sometimes inducing 

Pride in authors….


Pieces of paper 

Still hold their own 

In the digital world 

Nothing like the feel 

Of crisp new  pages 

Telling their stories 

Down through the ages…