“Are you going to sit there and take this kind of a treatment, all your life, Mom”, said the firm voice in the front of her. Durga, looked up at her 16 year old daughter, standing in the front of her with her hands on her hips, her eyes glaring down at her Mother,…
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The Dark Room
The Stranger stood there, leaning against the tree as he watched a man standing by the door of a small house. He was surrounded by around 50 young guys listening to whatever it was that he was saying. The man must have been in his 60s, at the most. He made a rather impressive figure,…
Then And Now …….
Haribhai had led a reasonably happy life. He was about to enter his 70s and when he looked back upon his life, he did not have many regrets. It was not as if he hadnt had his share of problems, his share of worries, but he had always managed to overcome them and come out…
The Father And The Son …
Sometime back, I had a father son duo living in my neighborhood before they shifted a few years back to some other place. A nice simple family. An ageing father who lived with his young son. The father was a very nice guy, very decent, good to talk to and had a very…
From What He Could See, They Both Looked The Same To Him …..
As his 8 year old son played in the park, he sat himself down on a bench, close enough to know about his sons whereabouts and yet at an enough distance to not be intrusive. He leaned his head back trying to enjoy the chirping of the birds mixed with the happy noises made by…
Bholu Bhakt Worries About Baby Taimur
Bholu Bhakt was sitting outside his house with his face downcast. Me: Hey Bholu, what happened?? Why so sad? Bholu Bhakt: Bhai, you know I am so worried…. Me: Arey, its okay, I know RBI changed the rules again, but atleast you dont have to satisfy two bank officers now. Bholu Bhakt: No !! No…
8 Year Old Son asks his Father….. “Dad Are Muslims Our Enemies?”
“Dad, are Muslims our enemies?” I dropped my book on my lap and looked up with my best WTF look on my face. My 8 yr old Son was standing in the front of me, his hands on his hips giving me an impish look. “Why do you ask that?”, I enquired a bit hesitantly….
The Desi Cracked Pot 