
Appraisal Anxiety
When I rang Swami’s doorbell last Monday morning, he opened the door with the expression of a man waiting for...

When I rang Swami’s doorbell last Monday morning, he opened the door with the expression of a man waiting for...

When I walked into Swami’s apartment one Saturday morning, I found him standing in the middle of his bedroom, pointing...

I have some news for readers who have enjoyed my Jigneshbhai & Swami stories. I have just published Everyday Adventures,...

It was not even eight in the morning when I got a call from Swami. His voice was strained. “Disaster...

Swami was standing stiff as a lamppost in the lobby when I returned from my morning walk. His eyes darted...

Swami came into the café looking like a faded version of himself. His shoulders drooped, his face was drawn, and...

When I walked into his home that morning, Swami was staring at the dining table. A slip of paper lay...

The chawl was so cramped that one could not just smell but also clearly make out what was cooking in...

The day before his company’s off-site, Swami was already in panic mode. “Vidya, where’s my white shirt? The one that...