Stale Stories
The Bridegroom’s Party Shashi stared cycling across the rickety wooden bridge across the old canal . The sound of the pedal & the cran......
3 Years Ago
Call of the Sunderi Tree
It was already end October and I was more or less resigned to the land of cultivated melancholy lost in stupor watching the looming clo......
12 Years Ago
Musings Miscellaneous
“Get up from the chair & line up!” snarled Mr Mahfooz as his left eye fluttered uncontrollably when he lost his temper. Kshitij (Shit f......
12 Years Ago
Faces in the Kans Fields
It was already end October and I was more or less resigned to the land of cultivated melancholy lost in stupor watching the looming cloud......
12 Years Ago
Good News
“Aiye! How arr uu comffortable in estatistics ?” asked the bald gentleman with short chaplinesque moustache while diligently digging his......
12 Years Ago
Bird tales from Lengteng
Some time in December 2000, I was in a small village near a treacherous trail to Myanmar. The girl sitting near the make shift oven selli......
13 Years Ago
