Palki

Do I need a mirror for myself?

In search of an answer, I crossed many sand dunes … 

Like a lonely wind of winter nights,

I flowed like a meandering stream 


‘She flowed in the rain like a paper boat.’

‘Oh! Love you rain, don’t stop till a river is born.’

Keep wondering how someone could compose thoughts that touch the mind of generations to come.

‘I was reading a book last night and I came across these lines  – “Pressing forward with serenity and strength as majestic whales glide through the stormy seas …” Souren, I just stopped by to read this interlude of yours. It is the serenity … it is the strength (to share, to tell, to express ) that touched me.

‘“To dress her wound … I weaved a lie …” 

And I wake up reading this, Souren … ufff … my … my.

These flowery memories of Palki are not caravans of dead bodies! They are mirages of two hearts beating together.’

‘The visual descriptions are reaching Satyajit Ray genre! Each frame, each pause, each look … a complete picture in itself.

‘“She flowed in the rain … to reach the valley …” – only you can write such lines.

Uffff! You gave me goosebumps early in the morning!! Oh! Palki, thou shall live forever.

Awesome! Reminds me of the famous dialogue in Scent of a Woman – “You’re not bad … you’re just in pain!”’


‘An ode to writer Senorita Palki … You dived into the ethereal stream to swim like the others … were carried into the Pholgu river flowing invisibly … scared and afraid, you rushed back up on a trolly … Not realising there was a diamond in the mine!’


The Brownians.