I speak through silences too. Listen.



சொல்லாத உண்மைகள்
இல்லாமல் போவதில்லை.

Two Cities

In Chennai, there is the notoriously oppressive heat and humidity, especially in the summer and I have been known to grumble about it all just like anybody who’s ever lived in the city has. But, every once in a while, the elements spring a surprise on you, the sky darkens, and suddenly everyone in the city has a spring in their step. Troubles of everyday life fade away for a brief comforting while and people everywhere look heavenward wanting to spot that first drop of rain.


A schoolboy walks past, looking in fascination as the chaiwallah expertly raises one cup seemingly miles above his head and the milk falls in a column, rapidly narrowing towards the bottom until it seems to him that there is just one point to which every drop of milk converges. Just before ‘splash!’, a collision. Little drops fly about, hit the walls of the cup, and even as they slide down, the lower cup is raised and the upper cup brought down.

The written word

When my mind is idle, like in a lecture when the professor’s words are floating around in the air, these names are my doodles. This is a rather inconveniently dangerous habit for someone who likes to be as secretive about his crushes as me. I have to strike out my doodles hurriedly when I drift back out of the trance-like state into reality. Desk graffiti is harder.

Phantom and N2 go to Saidapet??

And so on a Word editor beneath the title in caps, Alpha began to type away. He simply let it flow. Electrical impulses, or close approximations anyway, flowed out from the tips of his fingertips magically conjuring letters and words on the monitor, producing writing so enormously skewed and distorted in its logical bases that it took the madness out of the man and planted it squatly on a virtual A4 sheet, a virus quarantined,..