Lets get the toughest part done with.

I do not know how to cook.

My mother is a natural cook. When she cooks, there are no more dirty utensils than necessary. The gas stove is spotless. She wipes off anything that is not where it should be before it gets time… Read full post »

All that I need is, that you tell me you love me.

Not when I am all dolled up for that dinner at your boss’s place. Not when I’ve  got appreciation at the office. Not when I cook up your favorite dinner. Not when I’ve listened calmly to your outburst and/… Read full post »

From where I sit, I can see your empty chair

Your computer as lifeless as the flowers on the side

Your name is no longer on the cubicle side

Your papers still atop the adandoned cabinet

You were here yesterday, and today you are gone

I know not where, I have… 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 »

I am not an American so let me confess straightaway that I have no clear idea about Thanksgiving. O.K. so let me share with you some of my rather vague ideas about this special day of yours.

Disclaimer : If you find anything offensive, please put it down to a… Read full post »

I am hurting deep inside. I can see you raising that eyebrow at the awful cliche. But there is no other way I can put it. I pray, I try to hate you, I try to tell myself that all I ever felt for you was an infatuation, lust maybe  butdefinitely… 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 »

Pamela is my best friend. Its ironic that though we were in the same class for 11 out of the 13 years we spent in school, we became friends during the first year we spent in different classes. My family had moved into our new home which was across the street… 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 »

The trend of reality television has been around for some time now and if we are to go by TRP ratings its here to stay.

Creative directors at production houses all over the world are competing to come up with ideas for reality shows more real than the latest hit and… Read full post »