Tingling down the alleyway, Along the stone paved path, Pedalling past the ancient houses, Whistling, I rode my bicycle. Merrily waving at the woman, She sat with her tea at the chowki, Tired and drowsy from the day's toils, Yet her warm smile lighting up the dusk. The smell of pepper in the... Continue Reading →
A Pessimist’s Glee
You see a beggar as you swing your attaché to and fro, a Marlboro in the other hand and thinking about your wife. The beggar extends his hands to you, not expecting a coin from you but a jeer; an insult to his whole being, his existence and his whole life. It’s not once a... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 