A candle snuffed out
There are times when you work with all your heart, and put in every bit of your being to create a system. No one sees the work behind it. No one ever acknowledges your effort. The respect…
The smell of books
My earliest memory of Bangalore is of life at Bangalore Military School, where my father worked as the Head of the Department of Zoology. The memories are faint and fuzzy as I wasn’t even 5 years of age.…
Husbands who starve you
“I’m so fed up of you, that I’m going to title my next post ‘Husbands who starve you’!”, I hissed angrily trying to keep my voice low and still growl at him at the airport. He gave…
Photo-phobia
The alarm rang at three in the morning. I woke up groggily with my head feeling as heavy as a hundred bricks. I had hardly managed three hours of sleep. The World Cup finale had ended on…
The weakness of strengths
I am assessing a pile of answer books, when the thought first occurs to me. I find some answer sheets where it appears as if the student was born to be a doctor. Letters are scrawled across…
The letter from Taj Mahal Hotel
Our house in the staff quarters was a five minute walk away from my father’s office. So the postman usually delivered our letters to his office, irrespective of whether they had the residential address on them. There was…
The gold medallist from Bechu and Mrs Roentgen
“The earth must revolve around the sun. And the moon must revolve around the earth. When the moon decides to revolve around the sun, there will be chaos in the solar system.” These were not words from…
Rainy mornings
There is something precious about rainy mornings. The rain batters against the windows and you look out of your kitchen. For once you don’t mind the untidy overgrowth of green in the lawn. The diamond drops on…
Out of Control
My words don’t listen to me any longer They are out of my control. One little fellow decides To climb up your window And knock on the glass. I whisper to him, My brow furrowed Come back!…
