Category Archives: Moving on….

Journey of a neopilgrim— Kedarnath (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on September 22, 2015 by subincontinentia

September 10th, 2015 ‘Pilgrims recognize one another by a capacity for wonder, and a gut-level discomfort with bigotry.‘ From Pilgrim’s India The sun has not yet risen but my mood is already quickening. I dress fast, having prepared my pack … Continue reading →

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Journey of a neopilgrim – Kedarnath (part 1 of 3)

Posted on September 14, 2015 by subincontinentia

‘There is no happiness for him who does not travel, Rohita! Thus we have heard, Living in the society of men, the best man becomes a sinner….Therefore, wander!’ Indra (Protector of Travelers) to a young man named Rohita September 9, … Continue reading →

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Hitchhiker’s guide to duality

Posted on August 19, 2015 by subincontinentia

Surely, the man wasn’t going to tear Prem’s arm out of his socket while he was driving! Even cannibals must have some code of honour, even if they are short on table manners. Continue reading →

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The Ganga Chronicles – Stone Cold Tigers

Posted on May 3, 2015 by subincontinentia

Finally finished this rather long short story that I had originally posted in parts. Here all four parts in one. The whole story pizza. Enjoy. Vijay Chaudary was worried about his carbuncle. Three pedicures in the past week alone, and there it … Continue reading →

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My scalp itches for release

Posted on March 31, 2015 by subincontinentia

Every morning from the steps of Meer Ghat, I hear the unmistakable sound of middle-aged and elderly women getting their heads shaved. The act of shaving is silent. The sound is the barrage of instructions lobbed at their young male … Continue reading →

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Call of the void

Posted on December 17, 2014 by subincontinentia

It was one of those conversations. The kind that packs enough fuel for the musings of a life time. It began in the restless banality of a Sainsbury’s check out line in the heart of Camden Town. I had just … Continue reading →

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The unforgettable Mr Sharif

Posted on April 12, 2014 by subincontinentia

I boasted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in all works of mine… I put my tales of you into lingering songs. The secret gushes from my heart. Rabindranath Tagore Mr. Sharif parted the crowds … Continue reading →

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Rambo and me

Posted on January 6, 2014 by subincontinentia

Thailand, September 2012 His name was ‘Rambo’. Five tonnes of sentience with a nose of fuchsia freckles, ambling towards me with a look of moderate indifference—like he’d already eaten three just like me for breakfast. I considered taking my trembling … Continue reading →

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A Cork in Time Saves Infinity

Posted on December 30, 2013 by subincontinentia

The rhythmic dipping of the oars in the Ganga was to Sunil the same as the ticking of the Grandfather Clock in her grandma’s hallway. The boat, the clock, the river—were all metaphors for time. The east bank’s eternal fires, … Continue reading →

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Dressing the Ganga

Posted on November 26, 2013 by subincontinentia

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