How many mistakes is a man allowed in a lifetime? I think I may have made one more.
Every time I look at the mirror, I see an unknown face. Eyes closed. Hands wrung. Wrinkles on its forehead. Look of dejection in the lines running down from his lips to his chin.
Continue reading “Born Again. Died Again.”
The clouds are coming
The ground turning dark
I have but few places to hide
My shelter tattered
Continue reading “Going Away”
Have you ever felt fear? Real fear. The kind that rises up from the base of your spine. The kind that leaves a chill all across your skin. The kind that is accompanied by the realization that this could be the moment of reckoning. The kind that you cannot do anything about.
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Sometimes the best laid plans can go to waste.
I was to leave for Ladakh a couple of weeks back. Everything was set. The saddlebags were strewn in the open. The bike was leaking oil and the brakes weren’t working. I had just quit my job and had no assets or savings to speak of. I had people breathing down my neck about all and sundry items of my life. It was perfect. Until the fat doctor with a penchant for being hours late came into the picture and spoiled it. She detected dengue in my blood stream.
Continue reading “Wrath Of The Dingu”
Okay. Plan changed.
Spiti is not going anywhere. Ladakh almost did. It is time to give back. So we have decided to forget Spiti for the time being and go to Ladakh instead. We will be helping out with the relief work there to our best possible extent. We are also trying to gather some help – monetary and otherwise – and direct them to the appropriate agencies.
Continue reading “Answer The Call”