I’m still analysing that wink
I was sitting in Costa Coffee at TGIP in NOIDA waiting for Specky who was getting her hair styled at Blonde & Bliss on the third floor. How was I spending my time? Well, this is a valid question because it isn’t really easy to sit in a Coffee outlet for over an hour without...
A drill without command is an art. Review of ‘A case of exploding mangoes’
Three hundred and seventy-seven pages of perceptive brilliance cannot be easily handled by all writers. Well, most readers too would stumble and fall in their inability to get a firm hold on all the nuances that the pages overturn on you mercilessly. I loved the experience. But then I have my own reasons to love...
Smiles, poetry and a little intrigue
I sit with my body taut And fingers fidgeting mindlessly The mind though is working Trying to find out If it still wants to search For the right word This happens every time I sit down to write a poem. And I forgot to say that the eyes too Slowly scan up and down Without...
