The timeless opening song of the “Sound of Music”: “The hills are alive with the sound of music……” would often stir up my romantic imagination when I found myself amidst the murmuring leaves in the deep wood, surrounded by the silent sunlit hills in my school picnic. I would venture Read more…
In the pre- corona days, the ragamuffin would sit in the Buddha posture under the porch outside the ATM enclosure beside the ICICI bank. The bank is next to my house. The tramp’s frail body looked bloated with his multilayered clothes. Bundled up in a corner on his filthy rags, Read more…
My soul ached for a getaway from the crowded, pent-up, and polluted city I lived then. I was tired of the heat and dust, the political rallies & empty promises, of mechanical slogging in overcrowded classrooms where I teach English. It was indeed a call of the universe that whispered Read more…
India is like a can of sardines, swarming, teeming with people of all colors and regions. It often bursts to the seam during various festivities, crammed and raucous, which rents the sky with sounds at different pitches. We are used to it even when we shut ourselves up in our Read more…