Oh! My Beloved My dear Tupperware I cannot believe You’re no longer there My first tiffin box You were so true Dozing in classes I ….
Category: Stories
My laddoo, my laddoo Something not right It smells a bit funny I won’t take a bite Amma, you always Give me some spiel Come ….
Work is worship Profit the prasad Partners get the laddoo And a platinum card Consulting, i-banking, Offices of law Come in, young graduates Tighten your ….
by Rashmi Bansal 2001 Waking up on a cold November morning in Kabul is possible only under the influence of hot, sweet, milky tea. We ….
He sat in a seaside cafe, with a splendid view of turquoise blue waters. Bikini-clad Russian girls were tanning themselves next to the swimming pool. ….
The news came on a blustery winter afternoon, and it was not good. Yet another shipment had reached Cuba, but the cargo was not saleable. ….
It was 4.30 am – still dark outside – but Didi always woke up at this time. Four hours of sleep was all she got, ….
Last night I dreamt of Kasbai. Her long, lissome figure swaying in the wind. Her delicate fragrance mesmerising my senses. They say people were mad ….
“Welcome aboard”, said the smiling air hostess. Deep Joshi scowled back, and walked through the aisle. He was not in the best of moods. The ….
Preeti rang the doorbell with trembling hands. She felt a tug on her dupatta and turned to smile at her 6 year old daughter. Srishti ….