The Grind Of Money

The grind of money, working their way to the dreams that are rocks and stones made out of the small particles of sand, shining all sparkly as if they contained magic. At my temporary staying place here in Chandigarh, there’s a family from a small village in Punjab staying in this city. My maternal grandfather […]

Distant Relatives

There is an old family house, built on flattened out contours on the left side of a mediocre mountain, that is now void of its makers. One was a nice man, but a drunkard, who had taken his own life insidiously.  His wife, everybody called her Maati (माती), was a giving lady. Their son, a little […]

A Mountain Dream

Last night hailed thunderstorm from all over the places and directions, it was windy and later it got rainy. This morning, it was one of those mornings when the ceiling fan is not needed yet you still want it to rotate with the whirling of the winds that comes fresh after touching the mountains around. […]

When You Live In A Small House

A House where the adjacent master bedroom to the kitchen has a big window at the top for supposed ventilation. That means that I can’t go into the kitchen late in the night and find something to eat or drink water impromptu because Mum’s room will get illuminated with almost cold twilight of the kitchen tube light. […]

When A Pigeon Was Prophetic

Today a very strange thing happened. Today was my little brother’s entrance exam for a University (unlike America for example, not all universities admit people on a centralized exam like SAT, GMAT or GRE). In India, at least for engineering admissions, there are ton loads of exams (which I’m superbly against, I want my brother […]