Devendra Yadav was an Arts graduate. Born in a country where Arts is considered inferior to any science major in a bachelor’s degree, Devendra took Arts not because he had scored low in high school and not even because he wanted to prove to his classmates that even toppers can take Arts, but actually to … More Figs and Dates
It was quite abrupt, that sudden jerk to consciousness. One moment, there is nothing. And the next, a warm glow of a spring morning. I blinked and felt my heart pounding against my chest. My breathing was heavy. But why? I looked at the mirror and my confused eyes stared back at me, a bit … More Any Other Day
It was the middle of the night when I woke up, went to my phone and switched off the alarm that was set to go off in the next 10 minutes. I peeped out of my window and the street was orange-ish with the street light and the sky was dark with the city’s smog … More Parabarti Station – Kolkata
It was a slow Sunday evening. My mother, grandmother and me were sitting in the front courtyard of our house, sipping the customary evening coffee. My grandmother has been in a state of unrest these past few days – the yearly donation which she makes to the Banashankari Temple being not yet posted. The famed … More Here to Stay
“Sometimes by losing a battle, you find new ways to win the war” I got down from the autorickshaw at Bhopal Junction. My reporting time was 1400 hours, as unlikely as it may sound, I was two hours early. I had decided to go there early to make a few friends, to be accepted amongst … More Four Years Too Late – 1
The waiter stood at the counter, methodically rubbing the glasses clean. It was a quiet afternoon, only one of the booths occupied by a regular. The gloomy café was silent & frequented only by those who had an old familiarity with it. One wouldn’t fall in love with it in a glance, its charm obvious … More A Quiet Afternoon
Thursday, January 26th 4.25 A.M. I look at the roof and see nothing. It’s strange. Till now, I have never been conscious to greet the alarm, that first ring which has always been lost in mists of awakening. It will be a day for many firsts. The first road trip without adult supervision. The first … More The First Travelogue
