Part 1 I have a fascination with books; old, obscure, beautiful books. Their hold on me began early in my childhood. My home was filled...

Have you seen scooters parked inside a house? I have. 4 scooters placed back-to-back, belonging to a father and his 3 sons. The gents...

It We all have fond memories of particular places. They are just impossible to forget. We carry them with us, stored in a small cupboard...

Sooraj was a staple of my childhood. We were polar opposites. There was a clash of personalities- I was introverted, him being the...

Guntu the goose entered the evaluation room. He was being appraised for his brick-laying work. Awaiting him there was Pintu. The 127...

This piece anticipates Balakrishna’s reaction to an eventuality of my passing. Note that this is not some kind of morbid musing. It’s a...

Some things seem perplexing in the beginning, and appear a bitter pill to swallow, but reveal their true meaning and pertinence in due...

My name is Mario. When I was a kid, I lived in an old house in Ranchi, with my parents, on the 2nd floor. My uncle, Dave resided on the...

It did not start with Her. The part with Nani constituted only about the last 20% of the stretch of the dream. Of the rest, I remember...