Why I need to be afraid for my daughter

The big bad Delhi to the very safe Mumbai…No place is safe enough for my daughter and her tribe in our wonderful land of revering goddesses. I am afraid for my daughter, period. We have the various news channels and placards stating, “don’t dictate us what to wear; tell your boys not to rape,” or… Continue reading Why I need to be afraid for my daughter


Making Sense out of Senselessness

A 47 year old school principal’s life is snuffed out in a moment. Crime: she reprimanded a teenager for having insufficient attendance. A seven year old finds his throat slit within an hour of being dropped at school. His crime: his life was the means to have the examination postponed A bunch of revelers beat… Continue reading Making Sense out of Senselessness

Short Stories

The tale of the two easy chairs……..

They were two identical chairs ...identical barring a few small differences in the colour of the canvas that were strategically placed in the portico of two neigbouring houses numbered 29 and 31 in one of the salubrious by lane of Saharkarnagar in Bangalore. The hustle bustle of the Bellary Road hardly permeated the sleepy neighbourhood… Continue reading The tale of the two easy chairs……..