Mr Modi needs to graduate from selling tea to cleaning a nation
Another warm Sunday afternoon as I accompanied Specky, my wife to a department store for a few final things to be bought before we finally catch our flight for London and a well deserved holiday. London… the city that everyone says has charm exuding out of every pore of every skin colour that you can...
The birth of Ganga
‘I’ve read somewhere that even River Ganga is a Goddess,’ asked my ten year old nephew, ‘can this be true?’ I told him that stories from mythology were all full of bits of truth and bits of a writer’s fantasy. My nephew nodded his head and said nothing because my relaxed posture told him that...
