Dear Babbu, If you are reading this, it probably means you are old enough to understand death. As a child you were told that grandma is in office when she died; you were only three years old, too young to understand the meaning of the word ‘death.’ Some of my friends were very creative when … Continue reading Letter



Our pledge India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters. Empty words and hollow hearts. All we have for each other is hate.   I love my country and I am proud of its rich and varied heritage. I shall always strive to be worthy of it. I hate you. You eat … Continue reading Pledge


Today I tripped on the footpath and stumbled, hit my knee against the hard gravel. But the first word out of my mouth wasn't 'goddammit' or some such, I still called for you. As the pain passed through my knee, my friend said I repeated it again and again, like a small child hurt on … Continue reading February