Déjà vu
My watch showed 21st December, I remember, it was the last year of the first millennium. By 8 pm, Colaba’s bustle had gained new fuel,...
Chintu!
The school bus gently crawled to a stop and 3-year-old Zwee waved at Rui from the window. As she jumped from the last step, Rui caught...
The Harmonica Man
During my near-miserable journeys in Mumbai local trains, I’ve crossed my paths twice with a man who played his harmonica. His haunting,...
The Face That Smiled From Outside The Cottage
On a night of cold October, in a little cottage shined a fireplace, mildewed and gloomy, but we thanked for it hid our expressions. They...
The Declined Graph
Ron’s hand pressed against the rough texture of the "exterior" wall of the building. He got the feeling that perhaps he was the first...
Screaming For Air.
Savitri was naked, drenched in sweat, shaking. The water faucet under the sink had struck her near the left eye where the first trickle...
The Little Flying Visitor.
The day had started. It was 5.30 AM, still dark. Ron hurried to the gym, got done with the cardio for an hour and returned home for...
That Mango Chutney.
Kanika finished writing her latest blog post in a rather messed up, fast paced manner. In any case, if there’s a toddler tugging at your...