“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
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!