The Ticket

It was when I was pregnant, working for the love of working, so much that I worked till the last trimester. I would commute by bus since the middle of my second trimester, as driving was a strain, rather I enjoyed sitting in peace listening to the Garbh Sanskar Mantra on Red FM sometimes. Purple…

A Wild Sheep Chase

As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion…. And as long as I knew the world was still in motion, I knew I existed. It begins simply enough: A twenty-something advertising executive receives a postcard from a friend, and casually appropriates the image for an insurance company’s advertisement….

Solitary Pursuit

Reading is a solitary pursuit, even a lone passage to a separate world. Yet to read in public, amid strangers, gives it another dimension. Sometimes the city speaks to the page, or the page seems to open up to people passing by. An outdoor reader shares the pulse of a timeless urban conversation between the…