The onset of spring is a big celebration in India. Being from the hills, I have seen this celebration marked over my childhood years and at the age of forty, spring is the time for me to come out of hibernation. Over the years I have believed that I am the evolved version of a... Continue Reading →
In Face of Death
"If death had a face, it will be of the nearest person you lost to the inevitable."This statement is my belief. The nearest I came to death was when my father died. It did not come to me as news but I witnessed it in front of my eyes. I live that episode every now... Continue Reading →
Through The Coloured Glass 