Poetry

I wish I had a typewriter

I was in attendance at the Bangalore Literature Festival this weekend where I encountered @pagesweturned sitting under a tree with her beautiful, portable typewriter. It has been a while since I saw a typewriter and the sound of her poetry in creation was mesmerizing to my ears. When she was casting her mind on the paper, I was accessing how we have moved from physically collecting our interest and surrounding ourselves with it, to digitally owning them. But, before that happened, I really wished to have a typewriter.

A walk to nowhere

Ooty.

I wrote a prose one day to capture a heartbreaking goodbye. The awareness of the impending separation and slim expectations of meeting again. Not just meeting but meeting under favorable circumstances.

But, where did it all start? It seems like a few random turns took us there, yet we wonder — can coincidences be so well planned?