Meditation on Tom Thomson

After running in frozen lands of Winnipeg in winter, I spent my first Canadian summer in Ontario's Algonquin Provincial Park. It's an immensely special place, and so was the three-month-long journey. While I'll share the journey in series of posts in coming weeks, visualize through the words of Robert Kroetsch (1975) as he describes a beautiful [...]

When You’re Stupid and Attempt To Define Yourself

Who Am I?   I am. That is the only truth. Who am I? What’s my purpose? Wish that was easy to answer. But, I won’t leave you disappointed. Let’s try. I am. That every runner. Who runs for days on trails. And nights chasing nothing. Suffers in pain. Dies every day. But, survives like [...]

Udhaari: A Tale woven in Time

आमूमन ज़िन्दगी दौड़ते हुए कुछ ऐसे किस्से दे जाती है, जो जीवन भर भुलाये नहीं भूलते। कभी उनमे बेइन्तहा ख़ुशी होती है, तो कभी दर्द भरा ग़म। उन्ही कुछ खट्टे-मीठे किस्सों में से एक किस्सा मेरा भी है। अब ये कितना सच है, ये तो केवल ईश्वर ही जानता है। न मैं, और न आप।

Home : A Calling from Space

Often I ask myself, Why I always run to the mountain And then spend hours gazing the buildings from Corridor See random people, and squeeze the eyebrow in disdain As I walk on the concrete slabs of Chalet's floor   Why the flowing water grips my nerve every time When I sit under the clocktower [...]

World War III

The inevitable is bustling “To find the corpses of your beloved in the debris; to find the air and the water exploding; to be waned by scoff lapse; to be thrilled by the dark before solar collapse; to be elated over a storm's zing or the raining stings in the spring; - these are some [...]