If all I had is a tweet
I wanted to say a lot. But I choked because it did not make the slightest sense. So instead, I screamed my apologies at you. And now they echo.
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A love story
Tunnel vision I admit that these are uncharted waters for me. Three years into a relationship and we are still together. Admittedly, we are slowing down. If it wasn’t for tonight, I would have trouble remembering the last we had some excitement. I rarely push you into corners with reckless abandon. I rev you hard[…]
Not a bed-time story
David and Jennifer were having problems. I don’t want to plunge into details here. Let’s just say David left mid conversation. It wasn’t the right way to leave. Either he had stopped making sense or Jen was making too much of it. So he traversed his way down the stairs. Scurried through the underground parking[…]
Memories of my midnight
Why did she brush my knee under the table with her hand? Her batting eyelids were distinct even on a dark lit terrace. In that crisp Indian November air; my heart went from frigid to a frantic beating in no time. Even now, I have not understood why she did what she did with a[…]
A road never travelled
Like most other great adventures, it was essentially planned out in 15 minutes. A car would be driven, beginning in grey wintery cold Ann Arbor. It would travel great distances to the east and south where it was decidedly warmer and perhaps much nicer. There was of course a vague idea of how large of[…]
In a Michigan mid-west minute
Those cheeks, they were nicely caving in, weren’t they? And now they seem to have come back to their rotund appearance. Skip the rice in the evening, play a few more hours of badminton, eliminate the restaurants; Do what you please, I doubt if you can prevent them from filling back in. Just last week,[…]
Not being clutch
All he needed was one more point. To win the game, to finish the match. Considering he had come from behind in that game, the momentum was with him entirely. All his serves up till that point were not easily returnable, if not, nicely accurate. His feet felt light. The sweat beads on his forehead[…]
Returning resident alien
Soon, I shall be hopping on a plane for a land far far away. Not unknown anymore, just plenty away. Soon, I shall be leaving India again. What did three odd weeks here do for me? For starters I had quickly learned that I had best carry at least Rs 2000 before I walk out[…]
Returning home
Traveling continents always included days of transition. The flux period usually begins when you land and lasts until you had your first breakfast next day. I have been quite fond of these terribly mixed days. Only a day or so ago, I executed such a transition that enlisted two planes over 8000 miles. But this[…]
Returning Slightly Homeless
Our romance, which began brewing with magical beer under mild German Sun and in the company of pink skinned Germans, has now ended with me sitting in my apartment living room alone, indoors, inside the United States. I would be lying if I said that I have stopped thinking of you. You charmed me with[…]