This too, shall, pass

This too, shall, pass

FIRST DRAFT – By Adarsh Madhavan When your sun gets stolen and your whole world darkens; when the one you loved left you broken; when your precious world slips, crashes and shatters, then what good are words that tell you not to break down, not to be wounded by the...
Chicken talk for the soul

Chicken talk for the soul

By Adarsh Madhavan The pouring rain drove me to a half-shut chicken stall. There was that stench in the air that most live chicken stalls have and I pressed my face mask closer to my nose and watched the wretched rain causing rivulets on the messy road.There was an...
Hope is a woman who has lost her fear

Hope is a woman who has lost her fear

By Adarsh Madhavan “I am ‘Ummiyyah’(illiterate)”, self declares  Dirbibi Al Balushi, 71, when Purple went to meet her in Muttrah Souq recently. Dirbibi is living in acute penury and is trying her best to make both ends meet, but she is heavily weighed down by...
Feathers…

Feathers…

By Adarsh MadhavanSuddenly, out of thin air, a feather floated softly down in front of me. Ethereal. It twirled around like a fairy ballerina. When the show ended, the curtains closed, I picked up the feathered ‘ballerina’ and hid her in my shirt pocket. Snug.My heart...
Fly butterfly, fly free

Fly butterfly, fly free

I hesitated to let that woman in. I was at a friend’s flat and since both of our families were away, we were mulling a bachelors’ dinner while watching that evening’s cricket match. The friend cooked better than I did so I let him do what he was good at while I did...
Corona ‘Song of Freedom’

Corona ‘Song of Freedom’

Nostradamus wasn’t far off.  Throwing word darts into the future where it struck bullseye in 2020. The wound still drips blood as we are not able to plaster the outpouring.Astrologers spit in the air again and again. Foretelling new dates.This month, this day,...
When it ‘owls…

When it ‘owls…

By Adarsh Madhavan In the dead of night, I hear the message that a lone owl sends. Not a Whatsapp message that goes ting at the receiver’s end.But a hoot.An ominous cry, as they say.I care a hoot.But, my mother, who is afraid of so many things, also counts the owl as...
Suddenly I am getting noticed…

Suddenly I am getting noticed…

By Adarsh MadhavanSuddenly, I am getting noticed even in the dark, unlit, streets of Kannur. Normally, I slink past, under the cover of the shadows, like most of the poor street dogs that I try to feed. But lately, my lanky frame is being recognised, worn shoes, faded...
“Just need a small help…”

“Just need a small help…”

“Hello, oru cheriyyyoruu sahayam venamayirunnu…” Just need a small help… he said in Malayalam, overstressing on the ‘small’. But, since I had already seen this short, thin man in padded-up shirts hesitatingly approach someone who went before me on the busy street near...