With no parking slot available on the busy market street, double parking my car after turning the SOS lights on while pulling the bag and wallet from the side seat, I hurriedly stepped out to buy hot and fresh “Jalebi and Fafada” from the renowned sweet shop on the other Read more…
They say opportunity knocks on the door once. I say opportunity itself is a door! These doors however are of all sizes, shapes, have their peculiar characteristics mirroring their persona. What is common with all of them is that they have a story awaiting right behind them and later be Read more…
All but 5 years, little Tabassum was busy watching Ilma, her Ammi, pace up and down their studio apartment frantically running some errands, on a rainy day. The trickles of the pearl strings that the raindrops made on the glass window seemed to compete with Ammi’s outburst. No one seemed Read more…
The word for the story as well as history in French is ‘histoire’ / ‘l’histoire’. The reason for this ‘Gyan’ 🙂 right at the beginning, is for everything that lies ahead. It’s a post dedicated to a stone i.e ‘le calliou’ in French (plural -les cailloux). Mind you, it’s not any Read more…
“Do diwane shaher me, aab-o-dana dhundate hai…”, went the song in loops in my head as I matched my steps with that of my better half who, if he participates, will win every walking competition ever held on earth! And it was much of a tiring exercise for me with Read more…