Musings
Gone Are The Days
Gone are the days, I thought the other day. I was reminiscing the growing up days when my father used to make me and my elder brother read English daily every day. In those days, the news really used to Read more…
Fiction
The Lost Path
“Good morning. How are you?”, I inquired as I entered the house. She sat on sofa, nonchalant, silhouetted by the morning Sun. I registered a lost note on her wrinkled face bracketed by curly lock, as I neared her. She Read more…
Humour
Its Different
Recently, I presided over a session of “khud-ki-adalat“* to assure myself that some new developments on personal front must be accepted on the face value and to let everyone have clear idea about it. Specially my super-dominant “Mrs AlwaysDoubtful“ (MAD Read more…
Musings
Poetic Pottery
February, the shortest month, the month of love and care and the month of Kala Ghoda Festival at Mumbai. Kala Ghoda Festival is week long affair, usually at the beginning of the month. Its a treat for artists from across Read more…
Photo Post
Every Tree Has A Story
Joyce Kilmer thought that every tree is a poem* penned by Almighty. Other day a thought, on similar lines, occurred to me while walking down a lane in the neighbourhood. “Every tree has a story” These stories are out in Read more…