Reflections
One Too Many
This story happened when the monsoon had begun its march in the city, this year, with baby steps. On one week end, around early evening, I was about to venture out to get my scooter from the service center. I Read more…
This story happened when the monsoon had begun its march in the city, this year, with baby steps. On one week end, around early evening, I was about to venture out to get my scooter from the service center. I Read more…
The Saga Of A Working Mother The high altitudes of Himalaya have many secrets. One such is the cold desert. Between Hunder and Diskit lies the vast land of the white silken sand dunes. Hunder is a village in the Read more…
The play area of the society where I live comes to life every evening. Right from tiny tots to “Nana- Nani” brigade, you can find the assemblies of different age groups busy in their worlds here. While the children get Read more…
It started raining cats and dogs. The wind had gone berserk. Though I had an umbrella, I had other accompaniments as well. Handling the bags, now heavy with the vegetables and fruits, I was none less than an acrobat. I Read more…
Another week day had started on the next page of life. Being the week day, there was nothing different about it. After snoozing alarm once, I had got up and waddled my way to kitchen. One after the other all Read more…