His story

I am not in Punjab. Or I would have gladly danced the Bhangra with the Sikh farmers in their Rice...

Early every day, just about the hour after I am having my first cup of tea and reading the morning...

Within the absence of sound, silence abounds... Your words and whispers have become meaningless; the utterances you have attempted to...

A familiar scent. To have awakened to it, a whiff of her favorite perfume, and to have found it tantalizingly...

I like Gudi Padwa. The Maharashtrian New Year falls today. I grew up in a middle-class Maharashtrian neighborhood. Where festivals...

I remember when movie ads were in black-and-white, cartoon-sized and there was a full page of them hidden inside the...

One Ramadan, many Eids ago, I took Zakir Hussain to Bhendi Bazar in Bombay for dinner. The restaurant I chose...

When life throws a lemon at us, we can make lemonade or cry and scream at the sour taste. Mr....

Oft-times she found herself highly recommended, but she could never reason why. Having been a recluse the entirety of her...