Summer of 79
The Subarnrekha cascaded down with all her might, a turbid streaming powerhouse, threatening to wash away all that came in her way. As the...
My Dada…
Here I was, just at a wedding, enjoying myself and at the end of the ceremony was the "Kanyadaan" ? giving away of the...
The Ghost Beneath The Tamarind Tree
The first storm of the monsoon was brewing, and the clouds were pregnant with rain. The new roof tiles in my Cassia house were...
Matchmaker from Heaven
His call came like a ray of hope to the anxious family. After years of searching for a suitable bridegroom, they had invested their...
A Flower For My Mama
The mud road to the church was decorated for Monthi fest(Feast of Nativity). The children had dropped flowers throughout the road and it looked...
Iatrogenic death
Usha Srinivasan: Rest in peace
By ixedoc
The third floor corridor is long and dark. The night...
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...
Battling Their Consciences
Reminiscing a picturesque afternoon of the beautiful summer in Whistler, Vancouver. Lazy mountains in a lover's embrace with the sunken clouds making it a...
The Last Rites Of Thaniya
Thaniya, the poorest of the poor lived in a village since his birth. He did not even have good clothes to wear. He never...
A Little Street In Cicero
'Don't go to Cicero' the train attendant advised me.'There are bullets on the wall?and they don't like outsiders' So I went back. Back to the...
