Morning Cafe

Cafe Black Beans usually opened at seven in the morning and catered to the highly focused strollers, joggers, newspaper boys, janitors, doctors, that got off the night shifts or someone like me who wasted all their efforts and energies in the night.  I liked to sit at the right flank of the cafe whenever I…

Being silly

I paid eighty rupees for a sixty seven rupees coffee today, which meant I left a tip of thirteen rupees. I don’t know why I did that, when I come to think of it thirteen is not even a favourable number for many. For all I know, the waiter that I tipped could be a…

Spring

The grasshopper clicked his head rubbing his hands together, he rolled his eyes and wriggled his body. Spring was upon them, its brilliance unfurling in the tendrils of the guava leaves, in slivers of green shards that defied the dry brown patches on the ground, where the ants still toiled and trundled in long trains…

Killing Osama

My five year old son asked for a toy gun, well it is the gender thing I guess he and his brother have always been fascinated by guns and wheels to play with. So having procured a gun he went out to play with his friends and a retired Army personnel who happens to be…

The Healing

CREATIVE NON-FICTION In the fall of 2009 I was taken ill. It started with regular fever and got worse over the month. My life got cryogenised in terms of priorities; the fact that I had recently acquired admission in one of the finest Universities in London with a full scholarship did not alter my situation….

Undecided

The antique shop in the middle of Oxfordshire looked dusty and rusty and a wee bit ominous. The crow perched on the lamppost outside added to this aura of despondency. “That’s a treasure trove my friend,” Stankovich, the devil’s advocate, looked grave and important as he shed light on the historic place like a tour…