Here’s my most humiliating experience up for public scrutiny.

For a little bit of background reading I suggest my post Reconciliation .

Its O.K. even if you skip it, I’ll give you a short recap. I was almost sixteen, in tenth grade and a very silly teenager. There was this… Read full post »

In response to my post on arranged marriages, Matthew asked me to post my take on inter-communal relations in India.

I begin by telling you, Matthew, that I am the wrong person to be asked this question.

My parents are very easy-going people. As long as I refrained from improper relations… Read full post »

I am an Indian and yet I fervently pray every day for the American economy to get up and going.

No, I do not love America (I don't hate it, it’s just another country as far as I am concerned) but I am solicitous of its economy because, yeah I can… Read full post »

He looked uncomfortable. His coat and stethoscope were lying on the chair between us. 

He adjusted his shirt collar for something to do. “I am really sorry for this”, he mumbled for the third time in five minutes. 

The hospital canteen was filled up to capacity and to assur… Read full post »

The worst punishment of deceit is the realization that it was not required in the first place.

I was about fourteen years of age that summer, definitely not a child. My mother was not a strict disciplinarian but could lose her temper nevertheless. I have always been clumsy and my hands… Read full post »