
A Brawl after Midnight: Short Story
At 12.40 am, the watchman at the security gate of Keshav Kunj apartment woke up with a phone call on...

At 12.40 am, the watchman at the security gate of Keshav Kunj apartment woke up with a phone call on...

"In my apartment, the parking is in the basement," Jigneshbhai said when we met last weekend for coffee. "Nothing new...

Notes from my reading of Sri Ramakrishna Life and Message by Swami Vijnananada: Infinite are the names of God and...

A few years ago, I had read The Psychology of Money by Morgan Housel and quietly fallen in love with...

“I think I made a big mistake by buying this endowment policy twenty years back,” Swami said, peeping into a...

I recently read Yashodhara by Volga, translated from Telugu into English by PSV Prasad. I had earlier read The Liberation...

Among treadmills humming like distant traffic and dumbbells clinking in tired rhythm, I have found a species at the gym...

It was only the second week of January when Swami walked into the café looking like a man who had...

When I write dialogue, I often catch myself doing too much. Explaining, clarifying, justifying — as if my characters would...