Monthly Archives: March 2014

An Apology to my Father-in-Law

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The Berlin wall has fallen, the Iron curtain has been lifted, but the one between Babu maman and I will never crumble down, I fear. Incidentally, the former happens to be my father-in-law. Well, Babu uncle drinks very rarely. In fact he finds more pleasure in stashing away bottles his friends gift him rather than in emptying them. But once in every eight months, as he was some comet his previous life, he makes a return to his vault, pats … Continue reading

A Nightmare on a Cremation Ground

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Statutory warning: There are no ghosts in this story. But I met a man who wanted to take me to the edge of my known world. “We call it a grain of sand But it calls itself neither grain nor sand” – Wislawa Szymborska Twelve years ago a morning, I was scouring the city in my bike for a potential prey. My deadline was fast coming; I must submit a story for the column, ‘Face in the Crowd,’ in the … Continue reading