
Anamika
blogs from Mumbai


The man squatted on the narrow pavement. He was digging angrily at a patch of soil that had refused to yield shrubbery, let alone flowers on this roundabout - designed to look pretty while also controlling traffic coming off the busy highway. The rest of the garden was blooming with flower trees, th...
Posted on 12 July 2019 | 5:41 pm
Read postयह कहाँ आ गए हम? और इस अनजाने मोड़ पर तुम मुझे छोड़ के मत जाओ! ज़रा मेरे बारे में भी सोचो। जब तुमने मेरा साथ माँगा था, मैंने तुम से सच बोला था - कि आगे का रास्ता मुझे नही पता। तुमने मुझे तसल्ली दी थी, हिम्मत दी थी कि तुम सम्भाल लोगी। तुमने कहा था "वह तुम मुझ पर छोड़ दो।" तभी मैं चल पड़ा। हवा में तुम...
Posted on 9 October 2018 | 9:29 am
Read postI like to believe that the sea waits for me all night. It flirts with the moonshine, surging and receding, keeping its secrets, where it's been and where it's going. And when the moon finally gives up and turns away in a sulk, the sun creeps out, winking at the sea and making it blush. Then, as ligh...
Posted on 5 October 2018 | 6:13 pm
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