The smiling agony 

The helium balloons floated and swirled in the air, their strings rolled onto a small finger.

Bittu looked at that colourful paradise he held high up. Every  colour, you just name it. Red, green, purple , yellow and white. 

With each penny he earned, a smile was drawn on each face. 

From toddlers to little brats to funny jokers. From the much-in-love couple to the angry, nauseous teenagers.  

Those colourful, weightless balls of air changed the aura of any face. 

On the other hand, Bittu longed for the smile wondering if it was just a weightless, fragile hope dangling by the stern thread of agony. 


The rumbling and flushing sound of the water seemed nearer now. The eyes waited to finally see what was behind that melodious tune. The sound alone, was so peaceful and serene that her heart leaped faster as it got nearer. 

The trees were more greener, the air more cool and calm and everything came to a standstill. She got down from her bicycle, her feet aching to come out of those fit shoes, the laces of which had shred and eroded. 

As soon as she reached on the side of the blue lake, she pulled out of her shoes and stepped into the pebbles- round and smooth. They guarded the lake, didn’t allow it to wither from its path. 

Stepping on a few tiny stones at once, she reached the water body within seconds. She stepped into the water. Barefoot. All the veins and blood inside her body came to a halt at once. Every piece inside her enjoying this moment without thinking about the world. As the water made its way around her stick like legs, she felt that everything else didn’t matter anymore. 

She couldn’t hear her stepmother screaming and screeching. Nor could she feel her tender muscles which carried the wooden logs for two miles everyday. There were no people, making fun of her weird looking curly, tangled hair not were the ladies who picked on her and teased her about her penniless life. All had just vanished in the clouds, puff! 

All she could hear was the silence. Everything had just merrily come to a standstill. 

The quest 

She climbed the summit of the yet unmanned peaks,

Out of the dream now, she looked at the maiden step ahead of her,

As her wooden crutches creaked,

bending over her weight. 

                              -Purva Abhyankar 

 The fidgety midget

A long awaited moment,      

when slips through your mind.

The hand suddenly loses the grip,

of the white silky sand.
Fluttery butterflies,

when crowd your stomach,

you suddenly feel,

like you have had enough.
You can’t wait to surpass,

the long paused time.

The wind blows away,

quivering the gold chimes.
The instance which was flashing,
a few minutes ago,

now crashes into the wall,

with a head hitting blow.
The severity of the reverseness,

 is simply overwhelming.

when you think that your mind,

is just calming.

                                -Purva Abhyankar


Gone are the days,

where the souls behind the beauty were celebrated.

Because of them,

the handsome crowds once rejuvinated.

Where peace lingered

and no harm was evoked.

Where none were engendered,

a few provoked.

Now remains the illusions

of the brave and fearless.

Rendered by the procrastinations

of the feeble and the mindless.

But hope will soon illuminate.

Grounds will shatter upon which,

the wide chested fraudulants imitate,

Whiteness will gain back it’s purity,

Once again will be glorified,

the woman’s serenity. 

-Purva Abhyankar

Envisaged contentment

Ever felt the touch of a ripple, 

of cold, flashy shimmering wave on your feet ?,

bathing your toes with the running droplets , eager to touch the soil. 
Ever heard the wind gushing through the trees?,
the leaves chiming their way aside, for their unstoppable ally ,

making everyone shudder, with its invisibility cloak.
Ever seen a squirrel , it’s warm, bushy tail?,
tiptoeing it’s way, to the highest acorn on the tree, 

secretly nodding to the group, approving the way trespassed.
Ever smelled the path that leads to wilderness?, 

the untouched, dry, crisp, roasted, fallen leaves,

not stamped by a single living soul, directing you to the dense green world ahead. 
Ever spoken and imagined the world ?

where the mother Earth is rejoicing amidst her unprovoked , reposed world  free from the gaze of calamity.    

– Purva Abhyankar 

The creator 

About people or money,

he knew little as a penny.

He watched the structures elegantly designed,

against the mockers’ joy, he quickly resigned

Then stood the girdles, the pillars self admired

it was a heaven, a place they long desired

From an office to a quarry

he scorched under the sun, too busy to worry.

Until the sun rose in the west,

Calmly he sat, fulfilling his quest.

– Purva Abhyankar

(based on a character of Ayn Rand’s ‘The Fountainhead’)

A matter of perspective 

A billion eyes shoot their lustrous light at the matter, 

Piercing the hearts of more billions as the shrewd rays of sight passes straight through,

Sometimes transparent, otherwise opaque.

The infinite refractions that fall on the minds, the shades gaining their judgement,

Sometimes black, otherwise white. 

However parallel the path is, beyond the many mortals it hits, twisting and turning, 

Out of which arises, a giant ball of wool, 

sometimes tangled, otherwise unravelling smoothly. 

Whether you give it time,

Whether you give it space. 

The manipulative ray is just the matter of perspective,

Sometimes seeking, otherwise neglecting. 

– Purva Abhyankar 

Filmfest Day 4- Nowhere in Africa ( German, 141 mins) 

Generally, when we come across German movies or novels related to its history, there are a lot of stories related to the Nazi rule and it’s aftermaths. But this story gets its way out in the most modest way  even if it covers the same era. 

A respected practising Jewish lawyer Walter Redlich leaves for Kenya in the early 20’s. He leaves his family behind and works as a farmer as he has an intuition that something bad will happen to his homeland. He then invites his family after a few years of which, only his wife Jettel and six year daughter, Regina oblige to come to him. 

      As the three of them face hardships in their coming days, they come to know about the changing situation in Germany over the transmitter. A sudden change in the world doesn’t go that easy on Jettel, as she starts doubting her motive in life and grieves over their sudden, self accepted poverty.  Whereas Regina, now fully adapted to the African culture and language makes best friends with their cook, Owour. A self respected, loyal and righteous man in every way, Owour sees his own daughter in Regina and they bond over their love for exploring nature. 

        As years go by, Jettel starts realising that her husband had made a wise decision of fleeing their homeland as the Jewish are steadily wiped out, including their own parents. 

       The film gets you involved in their lives in such a way, that you gradually and easily understand the people and the culture from the eyes of the little girl as she grows to become a wise teenager like her father. 

           This soul stirring journey of the family rekindles your love in humanity and makes you think how lucky you are to be alive and surviving in your own time and tide.