Monthly Archives: September 2015

Why I Never Became a Poet After My Father

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Why don’t you write poems, sir? You write well. Whenever people ask me, I clear my throat, look away and pipe the easy answer: I have good friends as poets – Sabin Iqbal, Arun Prasad, Ajayaghosh sir, Babitha Justin, Meera Nair etc. Can’t write a line without cadging a few fans off them. I don’t like to spoil relationships, you know eh? “So you never wrote poems in your life?” My student asks. “Are you Pradeep? You come from him?” I … Continue reading

Nectar of the Gods – Ice Wine

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The long wait that began from autumn finally comes to an end. Amidst all apprehensions, the temperature finally hits -8 degree Celsius at night. The men sigh, rise from their benches, emerge out of the building and begin to shuffle unhurriedly towards the vineyard along an earth now plastered in thick wads of December snow. The vineyard covered in net – to dissuade the birds of autumn to dip their beaks into grapes – is buffed to an ethereal white … Continue reading