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 ….
The campus was abuzz with an important bit of news. A French exchange student was expected in the second term of the second year. Well, it ….
The weather was pleasant, with pitter-patter rain drops. It was one of those days when Bangalore really felt like a hill station. Rajgopal was returning ….
Ponappa shook his head in disbelief. For the 6th month in a row, the collection box was short by five hundred rupees. The residents of ….