Pinku-Enchanted Life

My grandma, Thakuma as we used to call her loved to travel. From her small distant village in Assam she managed to travel across the country, post the death of her husband. I am talking about someone who were she alive today would have been about a hundred years old. Her great regret in life wa s that she couldn’t manage to see the Andamans. Travel to the distant islands was not so easy in those days and by the time things got better her chil dren wouldn’t allow her to travel alone. So when I saw the islands for the first time I silently dedicated that moment to Thakuma. Deep blue seas running on for miles on end and then you suddenly spot the startling green in the midst. As the plane approaches the islands, one is startled by the contrast in the colours and the fact that the green seems to shoot straight out of the sea, so dense are the jungles. That is the first view of the cluster of about 572 islands which make up the distant Union territory we had read of in school books as Anda...

Someone at work asked is this my second honeymoon or third? Would have loved to answer that my life is a honeymoon, in my typical witty way. But I paused before answering; life for the past few months has been anything but a honeymoon. Multiple responsibilities, lack of purpose and direction, unsure of where I will be the next day and unsure of even what I want to do with my life. We have been telling each other that we need a break nay deserve one but where is the time and lets not forget the money for that? We have been to the nearby mountains umpteenth times since those visits are light both on time and money but we wanted to do something a little different from those trips, we wanted to really be able to relax and yeah also perhaps rediscover each other. Discuss our needs, wants, desires and hopes too. Destinations like the North-east, Leh, Colombo, Malaysia were thought of and then discarded, they promised too much activity. Our criteria was peace, quiet and a chance to soak in so...

Aeons ago we met and held hands ages passed between one glimpse and another it took upheavals to bring us together Lores got written, weapons clashed worlds were plunged into chaos in an attempt to keep us apart through raging thunder and whirlpools we made it to the shore only to lose ourselves in the sands of time