Simba woke up to the warm rays of sunlight entering the cave and caressing his face.For a minute, he lay down lazily. wondering what to do, and then quickly realized that it was ‘The Day’.
Category: Workshop Stories
It was the winter of 1943. An especially cold one this time. Food was scarce and rations at the concentration camps were starting to dwindle.
Lalitha was visiting Kalakshetra for the first time. It was her childhood dream to learn Bharathanatyam here. It never happened. Reminiscing about it,
Schooling in Chicago as a 14 year old wasn’t easy for me. I spoke like an American, and my name was Indian – Suparna, but I didn’t look like anything. Anything human.
When a teenaged girl from a tiny hamlet in a remote corner of India suddenly moves to a big city, she is awed by a lot of shiny things that didn’t ever belong to her childhood.
It was winter of 2012, when my wife Sowmya and I visited Jaisalmer, one of our dream destinations. The sand dunes were marvelous and we …
Little Rohan had always seen the tri-colour being worshipped at his home. His grandfather, father and his favourite Shaan…
Rita had been waiting for three days, wondering why a candidate selected for a job would not join it. As it is, the jobs are hard to come by.