FREE LOVE LETTERS

There was a line in a Hindi film. How beautiful it is to long for you. Hearing it, I knew.…

Love letter # 553

Over time, small departures accrue. Mundane separations feeling somehow important. Leaving little dents in me. Rents in the fabric of…

For most of us, there are no bully pulpits. We command neither armies nor billions. There are no algorithms to…

You can tell. I sense it in your smile, the way you linger. You know I’ve noticed. Or think I…

Earlier, sitting where you used to, watching, I saw right through them. The crowds, so busy. Anything but stop and…

I wanted to press you against me. Feel your warmth and solidity. The better to know you were real. That…

The silence is so merciful. It is only us, with our remorseless chatter, who judge. Cut down. Categorise. The hate…

In the flush of this desire, I vanish. There is only falling. I have tried to rationalise it, explain it…

Time heals, so they say, yet it does not erase. For it is hard to delete an absence. Much has…

There is a break-up arithmetic. It is an accounting of sorrows, a logging of bruises. As though the tagging of…