This one is for new beginnings. Join me as I go through my journey so far and how it has shaped me. If you read this on 31-1/12/2018, which is when this post was written, Happy new year. It goes something like this - "Before I tell you all about my journey, you should know that I am not the son of an army officer who has to wear uniforms and smell like good-byes..."
This poem was written to revolve around the prompt word - travel. I've spoken about being a nomad a lot. I've also mentioned my home every now and then. Here I am merging these three topics for poetry. It goes something like this "Before I tell you a story, I have a dictionary that I'd like you to read..."
Delhi is a city in India, and so yes, this letter is to a city. I hope you like this! To Delhi, Whenever somebody asks me about the best relationship I have been in or the place I refer to as home or just the city I get nostalgic for, I take your name. I … Continue reading A letter for home.
A nomad's home. For the last seventeen years, my father has had a nomad heart with a paternal intention. In human terms, it means he loves changing cities but the new homes that he finds for me have only one common criterion: growth. From Delhi to Chennai to Dubai to Delhi again, I have seen … Continue reading A nomad’s home.