
Shwetha Jairam
blogs from Chennai


Theirs was a simple marriage. Each moment was planned, precise, uncomplicated. Their relationship finely balanced, like the two arms of a clock. Their life evenly spaced like an uncluttered face of a timepiece. He worked the office; she worked the home. He filled the bank accounts; she filled the st...
Posted on 7 February 2011 | 11:08 pm
Read postSlowly shifting waves of pink, saffron and orange wove an enchanting carpet of light that formed the perfect cradle for the new born sun. So small you could cup it in the palm of your hand, this perfect orb rose out of deep blue blankets of oblivion to greet us as we stood on top [...]...
Posted on 6 August 2010 | 5:12 pm
Read postSoft brown eyes Flirt with mine Watching my gaze Catching my sight I feint a move He falters but catches on He settles on my lips leaving a palpable kiss just as they part to form half-hearted retorts The mood shifts The rules change It's no more a game it's war Fiery eyes meet cheeky [...]...
Posted on 20 May 2010 | 4:58 pm
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