The Grey Envelope

This is what Armageddon looks like. From the 23rd floor. Of Essar House.Oh, and there was a fire in the middle of a mountain somewhere to the east. Loving this day. I think it's unnatural to be brimming with this much glee at the thought/sight of an impending Apocalyptic-looking scene, but I think fellow Mumbaiites … Continue reading The Grey Envelope

Of White Sands & Tranquility : Mobor

Of White Sands & Tranquility: Mobor  Seahorses. Anemone.  Hippocampii. Poseidon. Master and Commander. The Kraken. The Bermuda Triangle. Turbulent, murky, shifting, boundless, briny, cerulean. From Disney to Greek mythology to a mental picture of my dream home, my thoughts have always been centered around the ocean.  It was a no-brainer then, when it came to … Continue reading Of White Sands & Tranquility : Mobor

Driftwood

Driftwood.  Floating, freely, happy to be solitary Pretending To withstand the might of the ocean Drifting, away, toward, from, forever forward Marvels at horizon Distant shore farther, and farther still Till momentum causes to face again The distant shore And with it, leagues of uncaring sea Tantamount to this baseless anxiety Too far, too removed … Continue reading Driftwood