For Ammoma

“Get a cup of tea for Unni,” she said. I checked the flask. It was empty. I had only brought two cups from the canteen anyway. “There’s no tea.” Two minutes later, Ammoma repeated her request, only more earnestly. “Jayasree, get some tea for Unni.” Jaya aunty walked to the counter, poured a glass of…


Take me as I am In all my imperfections Take my half crazed dreams My vapid obsessions And promise to hold tight When madness calls. Someday I’ll find my way. And when you chance upon Your half crazed dreams And your eyes singe with senseless rage I too will hold on Till all eternity.