Hankering for The 7 Insipid Days
An early arrivalA cool breeze of airshooting the rumours of the heat.A ride with a driver, who keptfretting about the history we keep,laments about the quality ofkikkar, ammonia and Rahul they breed. A motley group of friendsfrom country’s far endslame jokes, petite jibesall of which,…
The phone, it rang!
It was a cold Sunday evening when I had fallen asleep while catching up on a book. I think that is what treats me best – a cup of tea with something good and powerful reading and all of me succumbing into the wraps of…
