Branched out

There was a shower That shook a treeA branch broke free And shut out the power Kids gathered noisilyAdults responded quickly The police arrivedThe loggers followedThey sawed the wood But left the leaves Tea was

Dashing through the streets

Caught in a dilemma

Five hours in the car. Five hours without food, water. Five hours of incessant horns, weak phone signals, frustrated commuters, wailing ambulances, and broken down trucks. And if you look out of your car window to see

Dashing through the streets

In First Gear

When can we truly ‘fly over’? I hate the word flyover. After crawling for half an hour to cross a few yards near the Yestwantpur junction – where a ‘flyover’ construction is underway – the