Bus On Fire

A Loss Which Had No Periphery

While five buses were set blazing on the arterial Eastern Metropolitan Bypass road, Riha stood frozen at the kitchen door of the small hut in the slums nearby. On getting the news sometimes back, she had come running to Harish’s house, but she hadn’t been able to walk up to the lady sitting near the fire. While there was commotion outside, her heart was apathetic … Continue reading A Loss Which Had No Periphery

The Topsy-Turvy House

Hello! When there’s a toddler in the house, he/she runs the show and you know it WELL when: Books are written not for ‘reading’ but for ‘reading out’ to an eager pair of ears. Relaxation ‘might’ be expected only after the toddler retires for the night. Songs can be played only on demand and in one single loop till the time you put your foot … Continue reading The Topsy-Turvy House