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...
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...
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...
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...
The Funeral
The skies were dark, gloomy and dismal the day Juliana D'Costa was called to be with the Lord. Jillybai as she was commonly and...
Its Payback Time!
People say there are certain stages in life. I agree. Education I had, employment I got and I married, and as a corollary had...
A Little Angel’s Story
I was a small boy studying in the fifth standard. I was 10 years old. My father and mother were very simple and loving....
