The Black Beauty

A misty morning in the monsoon, and I stepped out of my apartment to begin my daily commute to work. Becky, the dog, rested peacefully at the stairs bidding me goodbye with her poignant eyes. She looked more tired than usual or was she ill; I didn’t know. I stroked her black hair, and rubbed… Continue reading The Black Beauty

The Buddha Speaks

The A.B. Godrej road was jam-packed and teeming with four wheelers honking their way to reach work places at early ‘office-traffic’ hours. The sweltering summer at its peak was augmenting the exasperation of the commuters. The AC was at its peak too in Siddharth’s car but the heat outside seemed to have an infuriating effect… Continue reading The Buddha Speaks

In the Lap of Chail

 It was a chilly December morning in Delhi. A slender beam of sunlight peered into Kaisha’s room through the window above her bed. The sunbeam was warming up her feet which were indolently floating out of her blanket. Kaisha was fast asleep and the warmth of the sunbeam seemed to mollycoddle her in the cold.… Continue reading In the Lap of Chail