Sometimes when silence speaks louder than words can say

And you find yourself flowing that way

At times when you are lonely and sad

All you need is that hand to erase all the bad


Sometimes when things are hard to fathom

And you’re left wondering, why they have to be this way

It’s okay to sit on a beach or dance in the rain

As these are the answers just to relieve that pain


Sometimes life feels like walking through a fog

And you’re seeking ways to remove that clog

As you declutter your mind to give it your best

You find a ray that shines brighter than the rest


In this game called life, with everyone caught in his own strife

It’s okay to feel all alone, with nothing left to atone

Because sometimes the hardest ones get hurt

And even the strongest need comfort.







Every breath I take, every move I make

Resonates with memories of you

Captured in my heart, unable to tear apart

Opening floodgates, controlling which all my will they take


Like a thread passing through a needle

Your absence cuts through me

Dragging me to the abyss of darkness

As I stitch memories with its color


With thoughts lingering in my head for a while

At the same time, I cry and manage to smile

The abandoned pillow, those creased sheets

Stare back at me as if helping me cross that mile


Alien to my own self and thoughts

With silence screaming back at me

Trying to jolt me back to where I am

My response being unscathed calm


Your voice is that gentle humming song

That plays in my head,

Being my rock on the path I tread

Assuring we won’t be away for long.


Shadows In the Mirror

In the mirror, I can see

The eyes of a stranger staring back at me

Soulless, vacant and lost

Searching for the place where all the smiles and happiness were tossed


In the darkness sublime, I grope the walls

Looking for the bygone joy, among pitfalls

If only I could pretend

Pushing away realities and making assumptions end


I wish I had a heart of stone

With neither memories or emotions to atone

Blissfully ignoring the obvious

Remaining carefree and callous


Her face seems familiar

But her eyes are that of a stranger

All I can ask her is a question

Who are you and where did I go?


I usually don’t post about food or cafes/pubs. But I couldn’t resist writing about Mugged. This new cafe is a welcome change, in an otherwise boring lane. Located three buildings away from my home, I used to pass it every time I would go out.

What amused me was the name! ‘Mugged’! Not only was it a little out of the league, but the display of the items available was really exotic. Since the time it became functional, I was eager to try it out. So, one day, mom and I decided to check out this cafe on our way back home.

Though simple, the cafe’s ambiance was just right. A warm, mushy feeling that made you feel welcome, as soon as you stepped inside. Since it’s a fairly new place, the menu is on A4 sheets clipped together on a board. They have an exquisite array of European dishes and a range of refreshing beverages and slushes. After going through the menu, we ordered Scotch Broth (nothing alcoholic). This was a light barley broth with vegetables and chicken (you also get the veg variety). Refreshing to the palate, this broth, served along with toasted French bread, was really delicious till the last drop.

Since I wanted to have something cool, I decided to try a slush. They have some really good slushes, with nice combos. Since it was the mango season, I decided to try their Mango Chili Slush. As amazing as it looked, it tasted brilliant too. The superb blend of cool, sweet and hot (from the chili) was like a kaleidoscope of flavors on the tongue. Their other items on the menu are also exotic. All in all, it was a beautiful experience. Worth a lot more visits, to try out their other items.

Their address:

8, 2nd Floor, Opposite Shankara Eye Hospital, Gulmohar Enclave Road, Kundalahalli Signal, Marathahalli, Bangalore

So try it out and let me know your opinion, in the comments section.

Something  I Tried:

Scotch Broth.


Mango Chili Slush


Taken from Zomato:



Waking up at 5 a.m. is something I rarely do, that is only if need be. Who wakes up at this ungodly hour? Any other day, I’d have smirked and laughed the idea off. But not Sunday (March 12, 2017). This was the day I ventured out for my very first trek. Living in a new city, I am still unfamiliar with places around and on exploration mode. A friend of mine (to whom I’ll eternally be grateful) introduced me to this group “Shaala” (Marathi for school) which arranges different activities, trek being one of them. The group was going to a nearby place called Yeoor Hills in Thane, popular as a green cover amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. Ok, so long story short. I got in touch with the organizer, got myself registered and was on my way to my first ever trek in the city.

Since the trek was scheduled to start at 6 a.m. on Sunday, I reached the destined place by 5.45 a.m. We were a sizable group with around 30-35 people, including the kids. It was still dark when we reached the entrance gate and began our trek towards the hilltop. Treading uphill with only mobile flashlights to light up the path we were supposed to trek, till the sun rose, was a little daunting but all the more adventurous. And then as we were reaching our first stopover, dawn broke. The first rays of the sun touched the earth, shattering the darkness around and dramatically transforming the grey sky into a riot of colors. Watching the sky change hues, by the hillside was an experience in itself.

We settled down there for a while, catching our breath and resting our tired legs. All around were dry grass and green trees, under the beautiful, pristine blue sky. Greenery till the eye could see. If this was the scene at the onset of summer, monsoons would be truly beautiful. After breakfast, we were back on our feet to climb another hillock. This trek was a little unnerving, given the steepness and slippery nature of the path. However, the infectious energy of the crowd conquered that fear too. Lending helping hands to the kids and people who found it difficult to climb, we reached the top. What a stark contrast it was! We were overlooking the concrete jungle sitting on nature’s lap. Though dry around, there were trees that selflessly offered their shade to the tired souls that had come for respite from the maddening crowd. Coming down after taking in the magnificent view of Thane city, we rested at another stopover playing games that reminded of blissful childhood days. Time, that day, surely flew at jet speed. Glancing at my watch, I realized it was 10.30 a.m. and we were nearing the end of the trek. Where did all the time go?

Climbing downhill was an equally exhilarating experience. The body was a bit tired, but not the mind, which was rejuvenated. I’m so glad I went on that trek. I rediscovered my love for treks, a thing I had long forgotten.

Until my next walk on nature’s path!

A few clicks from that day.






Christmas is just round the corner, and like each year it kindles memories of a long ago. Childhood seems like yesterday, but time has swept away the years, taking along with it a special person who kindled the love for music and creativity in me, right from a tender age – MY PAPA.

As I sit down and type this post, my mind stirs up memories of the many Christmases I celebrated with dad.  Making the crib, putting up the star, and decorating the house, all with music playing in the background, seems like yesterday. Unless Jim Reeves or Boney M songs were played, Christmas wasn’t complete.

The highlight at our house was the crib that dad would build from scratch, using thermocol sheets, brown paper and hay. He would also sow wheat, well in advance, so that the seeds would grow just in time to resemble fields. Of course, I would be instructed to water them on time and I would follow instructions to the T. Watching dad painstakingly set up the crib is an image I’ll never forget. He would place each item carefully as if they had a life of their own.The paper mountains, the framework for the crib, the hay, the statuettes, the thermocol sheets and finally the grown wheat.

Painting the brown paper to make them resemble mountains was my favorite activity, as a kid. Hands, face, and dress covered in paint, I used to spread myself all over the paper, just to make sure I cover all corners. That and running into the kitchen occasionally to grab the sweets or savories Mom would be preparing, only to be called back by Dad to complete the task at hand and then fool around, still brings a smile. And then Mom would be yelling at me from the kitchen not to touch anything with dirty hands. Stuffing my mouth full, oblivious to her anger (much to her annoyance) I would be spread-eagle again on the paper.

Christmas evening, friends from the colony would visit our home to wish and share in the celebrations. Offering them sweets and savories, after stuffing my mouth with the same (not to miss out the admonishment by Mom), and being complimented on my dress would leave me floating in the air. And then the yummy dinner of mutton biryani and my favorites items. Those were one of the best memories of Christmas, ever.  Sitting here, miles and memories away from the place I love, my heart still yearns for THOSE CHRISTMAS TIMES. But then some voids can never be filled. Here I am, still wondering how life took such a turn.  Time sure flies!

Not to be sounding negative, but the present lacks the fervor of the past. Though people say time will heal, it’s doesn’t ring true here. It just is a cruel reminder of what is missing. However, life, sadly, has to go on…

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Daddy, wherever you are! I miss you.


Song? “Matlabi (Sooraj Dooba Hai)” from Roy (2015)

Awesome song. I heard it first thing in the morning as soon as I woke up.  I’m completely in sync with it.

State of Mind?  “Confused”

Weather? It’s started to get chilly. The sign of winter onset, cold mornings. But it gets warmer with every hour, the sun blazing in full blast, as if in a desert. Then by the evening it starts getting cooler again. I think Bangalore’s weather has severe PMS.

The world is a very twisted place. You care, you are criticized. You don’t bother, you are criticized. What exactly does the world want?

You come across all kinds of people – human and sub-human. Some bring out the best in you, while some, the worst. A few will stand by you, no matter in what state of mind you are in. There are a few others who would love to see you in trouble.

‘Take it easy’, some say. But this is an attitude not everybody possesses. Some people have the ability to switch off, disconnect and walk away. While some people do a great job of shielding their emotions. (I envy both these types)

Great minds say, ‘follow your heart’. If it were that easy, trust me, this world would have been a different place. To follow one’s heart is a luxury only a few can afford. And that’s a cruel fact of life. In this constant battle of heart and mind, as you undergo an emotional catharsis, I have noticed, a lot of songs begin to make sense.  And losing yourself to the familiar vibes of deafening music becomes your safe haven, a last resort.

I don’t understand when someone says they care and then do nothing about it. I don’t understand what people want. Though I genuinely care, I am labeled as a fake. If I do something about it, I am called a fool or stupid. If I don’t, I am known as someone with a façade.

But then it is indeed a very twisted world.

Oh well!