morning walk — to the rao’s


On the way
saw a mosque
and a temple
flanking a medical store
the day and night variety

on its counter
a stereo way past it’s prime
was playing a beautiful song
it was Rafi Saheb

I paused for a bit
and joined the gods
to listen to the divine




Maruti Naik

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write