Slice Of Life
April 9th 2003 - 6.45 pm
Allah-u-Akbar...
Dusk, A sleepy old muezzin called the faithful to prayer in his baritone. As the azaan from the dilapidated...
Eternally Bound To The Titles That Be!
The existence of a quintessential Indian woman is qualified by two titles: Mrs. Xyz or Sr. Xyz. As young girls we grow up with...
Wrapped In Silence
He was deaf and dumb. His identity he carried, a tattoo on his forearm, which read 'Mohan' in Kannada. He joined part-time service recently...
Zen and the Art of Bicycle Falls
My love for bicycles started during the long pillion rides with my brother, to that old mill in Jeppoo where our wheat was to...
I Confess
From quite a few days, without her expressed consent though, Patricia's words were churning curds in Lolita's mind. (quite a country expression, she told...
Sorry, No time to live!!!!!!!!!!
After a family meal together the guest leaves, the mother tells the father your friend was charming, the father says he was playing host...
The Mumbai Blasts
Dear Rowena,
While you have elaborately described your anxious moments, you have not forgotten to think of those unfortunate families which lost their dear ones...
Scent Of A Woman
Did it bring Al Pacino to your minds? Naa?.for me it's my mama's smell ? I say smell because I remember as a child...
Bethlehem
I am a creative writer.
My quill is free. I write what I think is the best; my sentiments are soft and imagination, fertile. This...
An Elevator
He was sitting under an arch of the building in which I worked. He had before him bunches of tender coconuts, all so tender...
