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...
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...
It started raining just as I stepped out. A proper, old-fashioned rain — the kind that doesn’t drizzle politely but...