Team Mangalorean
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...
Fear Of Death
I wake up in the morning, drive to my office, spend 8 hours sitting infront of the computer, get back home, eat my dinner...
Giving Without Receiving
I recollect this incident that happened when I was a teenager. A visit to the Home for the Aged. A school trip, which at...
Marriage Breaker
Ananya was thinking that she should have taken a taxi to Mumbai Central. She came here to Mahalaxmi Station only to save 3 to...
Daddy’s Girl
There were only three lines written in the e-mail from one of my best friends. ?Call Lina. Her father had a heart attack. He...
A Father’s Love is Forever
?None of you can ever be proud enough of being the child of such a Father who has not his equal in this world-...
I Know I Was Blind
In last October 2003, I responded to a profile of a mangalorean boy in his late 20's who was looking for a bride on one...
Parents – No Favouritism…
Sheela could not hold back her tears after she received a long distance call from her brother informing her of the seriousness of her...
Your Face Looks Familiar
Today is Sunday the first day of the week for me, as I have my weekly off days at the office on Friday and...
Beauty Lies In The Eyes Of The Beholder
Seema was a middle class working girl living in the suburbs of Bombay. She had two siblings; one elder brother and a younger sister...
