Mumbai


  Running Late
City

Running Late

You know what it’s like to wake up in the morning to a blaring alarm and you wonder what sort of perversion in the human mind permitted the invention of such a torturous experience? Till you remember that you set the alarm. You know what it’s like to bounce out…


  Refuge
City

Refuge

Wet weather, and cold drops trickle down the back of my neck. And the roads are slippery. Still, I seek refuge. The nasty wet rain says to me, Oops, I missed a spot! in mock-sheepishness. And so you did!! I mock-retort back and supress a smile. There are places even…