Fountain Pen: Short Story
"No Papa, I didn't lose the pen," I cried in agony, as Papa slapped my open palm with the cane...
"No Papa, I didn't lose the pen," I cried in agony, as Papa slapped my open palm with the cane...
“I don’t know when this project is going to end,” Swami sighed while munching into his muffin the other day....
The rhythm and movement of the truck in which they had put my cage made it difficult for me to...
Someone said there are three types of lies. There are lies, damned lies and then, there is statistics. And then,...
I am not sure if it were the thunder and lightning, but something did not let me sleep after 2...
The festival of Gowri-Ganesha in Bangalore has quite a few differences from the festival of Ganpati in Mumbai. In Bangalore,...
"Nothing is as important as we think it is at that time," Jigneshbhai said, while sipping his coffee. At that...
"To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow," said Audrey Hepburn. I realized the truth in it over the...
There are two types of people in this world: morning types and evening types. There are two types of morning...