Reflection

Tarap tarap ke is dil se aah nikalti rahi --- Yes, I’m suffering a lot....my heart is sighing. Can’t believe that you’ve exited so early from this planet. You came…

Twenty years back, right the time I am writing this column, I lost someone who was very close to me and is and will continue to be until I breathe…

Pujon uncle was a man who would be quite visible to the locality (I had lived earlier) when he worshipped the Goddess that he mounted on a grand pedestal in…

‘When you go out to bat, crores will expect you to perform and close to lakh at Eden will cheer you up. The pressure on you is immense and it’s…

Yesterday I was coming back home from Kurmun. Near Nadra, I was taking a much-needed sip from a green daab I bought from a daabwallah. Daabwallah pulled a ramshackle van.…

April is the cruellest month. It cannot just be a poet’s imagination in a waste land. It is a hard reality. We experience it in our school in small town…

I used to come here where I live now. Ulhas. Those days this place was a vast expanse of greenery. Those days mean when I was a school boy. I…

This Saturday noon on 2nd April was different. Southern wind was blowing everything out of its way. It hummed in blooming Krishnochuras and rustled in mango trees bedecked with late…

It was late 2006 that I was headed for Chennai to get my throat treated at Apollo Hospital. My voice had been remaining choked all the time for the past…

I can recall that picnic day very well. It was a bright winter day. Damodar shrank down to a silvery sinuous line. (Who would say that this very river swelled…