Author Archives: Ramya
Shillong Wedding!
The Berlin Rain
Of my first impressions on Berlin…
The neon lights shined on
lighting up the streets of Berlin,
The cold breeze hit my face,
but the raindrops felt like gentle pecks on my skin
Walking on that rusted & wired bridge
towards the old station to catch a train
I turned to my friend and spoke to him
of my thoughts on the Berlin rain
Oh Berlin rain!
Why did you feel like my own
and yet were not mine,
Why did you drench me and run away
only so I’d find solace in a bottle of wine?
So I did drink with gusto that night
laughing and losing behind your pain
Yet you trickled down through my hair
reminding me of your whispers again
I stood by the window, still with my glass
Dim outside, your droplets were on the sill;
I had taken shelter at last, but I missed you
and I wished for another heart for you to fill.
That One Thing
There is something about butter which makes it so irresistible. If you think carefully, every delicious and extra-yumm dish doled out of any kitchen must have a lot of butter in it (as Julie puts it!). I love butter; to be honest I come from a family of butter-lovers. My grandpa used to have clotted cream (malai in Hindi) with sugar like a snack almost everyday, and my mum is often found eyeing the tiniest iota of cream left on the sides of a milk bowl even now! To top it all, I think the fun in eating cream is a million times more when no one’s watching you eat or lick it. Reminds me of Lord Krishna as I write this, and perhaps His stories are not all a figment of our imagination!












