Travel into time
We were in Connaught Place in the heart of the Capital and had met after years. Talking to him was more like going back in time… the school tales, the after-school jaunts into long conversations that ended up in dreamy resolves, and all the funny and not-so-funny times… they were all coming out one by...
Ageing in a cask
‘A whisky gets its ageing and maturation in a cask?’ Specky asked in a tone replete with incredulity. I didn’t answer and so after a while, he went on, ‘I wish we could put all our immature professionals in a cask and let them out only once they were of the right blend and delicacy...
