Rajasthan lays it on thick, and fast,
forgotten esthetics rise and shine,
antique silvery streams…

Rajasthan lays it on thick, and fast,
forgotten esthetics rise and shine,
antique silvery streams…
And you, yet unfamiliar, follow me,
up ahead, as much as far behind.
I pray & I hope to
bridge this paradox,
the one who taught me to write,
is one who waits,
for my written word
A LOVE-LETTER TO GRAM PEN I MUST.
she can’t leave minus
my tender scripted touch…
Live a little – breathe,
oh the privilege,
of being alive,
staying alive,
so dance and push
boundaries that hem in.
pure, raw energy,
icy depths, flickering neon,
carry you back up.
discharge the dark,
emerge Light,
beyond boundaries
A script and screenwriting workshop in a haven called Himalayan Writer’s Retreat nestled in the mountains at Satkhol (3 hours from the plains at Kathgodam) en route via Bhimtal. It was an enriching experience with participants from all over India and abroad. Anu Singh Choudhary who has co-scripted many screenplays such as Aryaa, mentored us with great patience and panache. The four-day workshop was a great learning experience. And in such an idyllic environment too.
We aren’t here on earth in order to bend over backward to resemble everybody else. We’re here to be ourselves, in all our gnarly brilliance.