“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
Girijamma woke from her nap with a sense of confusion. The room was dark, even though it was only 4.15 in the afternoon. Her sleep fuddled senses took a moment to understand the forming clouds blocking the sunlight. She dashed out of her room and made up the stairs as fast as her plump legs … More Perception
We feature here our first guest post, or rather, our first guest poems. A hearty welcome to our fellow writer and poet, Deepa.E ! Flightless Frightened, I wake up. I can’t fly Thought I can always dream “The itch of untruth About that moment – When eyes were sealed & words exchanged In silence. … More From Another Soul
‘We never actually crossed the Gulshan lake sahib, I don’t understand…’ “We know that. Now bara sahib is coming in, shut up and answer properly” barked the OC and when that fat guy stomped to get into the salutation pose, even the bara sahib who had just entered, was shocked. There was no introduction and … More Kafirs and Believers Alike!
As he tucked his dhoti into a neat knot, Gati tried to listen to his parent’s excited whispers. Though he was just a boy of eleven, he could sense it. There was something different about the day. Through the thatch windows of his agrahara, he had spotted an uncommon number of people on the street. … More In the year 1690
