In the twilight dappled ruins of a crumbling fort, swallows roost; And life goes on Under my toes, the stones burn. It is as if the fire still rages in the underground vaults of Chittorgarh where the beautiful queen Padmini flung herself into ...Read More
Along the western border of Punjab where India ends and Pakistan begins (or the other way, depending upon which side you're looking from), there lies a stretch of no man’s land, marked off by rusty barbed wire fencing. It hides ...Read More
It’s that time of the year once again when we catch up with television celebs who brought into our bedrooms the most unbearable rubbish. Guys and gals, you nearly killed us when we went banging our heads against our television ...Read More
December 1995, 1300 hours, Somewhere in the Western Sector It’s embarrassing as hell. Captain Manoj Rawat (my newly married husband) and I (his newly wedded wife) are standing (actually, wobbling) on a moving camel cart with big yellow marigold garlands dangling ...Read More
Twenty minutes have passed since baggage collection at Swarnabhoomi Airport. So far, no sign of the Bangkok Taxi man who had promised online to take us across Bangkok over the next three days. Mom’s worry lines are deepening. Mamaji (Col ...Read More
They say that if you make the mistake of venturing into the Himalayas even once you are doomed. Because they keep calling you back. Neither pictures, nor words can capture the magnificence of those mesmerising bugyals and towering peaks whose beauty ...Read More
Dusk had fallen when short and stocky Lt Col Rajnish Behl, Sena Medal, entered the old stone building with sweeping arches and green ivy climbing up fading brick walls. It used to be a school in British times but was now ...Read More
Not in my wildest dreams had I imagined that driving across a frozen mountain pass at 13,714 feet, one cold, grey afternoon, I would come face to face with a young soldier. Who would teach me a lesson for life. ...Read More
Difficult to say sperm (or sparm - as the good Doctor Chadda (Annu Kapoor in an err.. seminal performance) pronounces it), without the mind travelling to where it comes from. All right, I picked up that line somewhere. Yet, here is ...Read More
Every morning, Nanaji would pull a chair under the old mango tree and with the sun warming his knees; he would wait for a steaming cup of black tea and the Dainik Jagaran to be delivered to him. Scooby, the big black part ...Read More
It is a girl. She is walking down an uneven path on the barren hillside, placing her feet carefully on the loose stones. Her thin brown fingers are curled around some ferns with white spore smeared undersides that she uses to stamp Christmas ...Read More
I could speak for myself. But would you believe me, if I told you? Writers have a room inside their head where whatever they want comes true. It’s like magic. Really! Only sometimes, things start going horribly wrong. But then ...Read More
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