Of paper boats and childhood

My daughterI watch quietly,As she neatlyFolds the crispLittle square pink paperWith her chubby fingers,Totally quiet andAbsorbed in origami,I observe how With her folds,Art unfolds.A lovely, lightpaperboat I behold-And memories unfold:Chilli-hot, fire-hot fritters,Monsoon music,Brolly-less, romping carefree,And my days of dancing in rain-Jolly though dripping wet,In the light and heavyHeavy and light drizzleMy smile mingles with hers,Our

The Art of Leaving

Leave it.Detox.The computer screen,The ice cream,The fried chips routine.Leave it.Detox.The virtual game.The fast food Ramen.Leave it.Detox.Life is not indoors On a screen-an idiot box.Choose un-virtualReal activities, detox!ChooseThe Art of LeavingTo beginThe Art of Living.

And how exactly

And how exactlyDo you want The day to go?What do you wish away and what do you welcome?No, no, not a flavour All too sweetNot just maple syrup Or only loads of honey-A pinch of powderedCinnamon or pepper,Adds to the relishOf Life’s recipe.Let the day be a bitChutney-like chatpatta*,A daring dash of Fresh green chilli,Life’s