I’ll wish I was there
My earliest memory of the activity that has occupied the most generous portion of my life thus far - going to school - is...
Bits of a memory
And perhaps this is, in a way, the creation of another memory. Maybe we'll come across this little scrap one day, when clearing out...
On Being A Writer
Almost unsurprisingly, she had returned from her self-imposed hiatus. They'd warned her about it, everyone around her. One had told her (and this warning...
The Christmas Miracle
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a soul was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney...
Dead Letter
I choose to call this a dead letter because I've decided its faith even before it has taken shape. Since I chose to bare...
Unanswered Questions!
It had been "ages" since we met, quite literally. And yet I knew her at once, without her having to turn all the way...
It might have been
Look, down there. That thing you just saw, shattered into a million tiny little pieces, is my heart. That sound you just heard was...
Live for the moment
It is always fun to dream. To fantasize that you are someone else, somewhere far far away. Someone who has escaped mundane daily life...
Let Gandhiji’s Dream come True…..
"Can you better the condition of your women? Then you will hope for your well-being. Otherwise you will remain as backward as you are...
What Sets Us Apart?
You look at me. Almost shyly, I look back. There is much in these there-but-not-quite gazes, though they are silent. You are going, and...
