A box full of darkness
A friend asked me a couple of days before Diwali, ‘Any suggestions for a gift?’ ‘A box full of darkness,’ I said, with a smile of course. His expression fleetingly betrayed panic and he said in a low voice, ‘It is for my wife. A box full of darkness? Sounds strange. But am I missing...
Half Ticket
I am not talking about my days when my parents bought a ‘half ticket’ for me during rail or bus journeys… but of times when we called one friend of ours ‘half ticket’ because he could never understand that the girls in our class would never want to be in our gulli-danda team. Well, not...
There is a child in me
There is a child in me. Yes, this is true… even literally, because after all it is the sperm and an ova that finally come together to create a new life. This is what I told Specky when I asked her what she thought she would want to gift a child. ‘A child?’ she asked,...
