Children… well, children. They have so many questions, and they look up to me as if I am a treasure trove of all the encyclopaedias in the world. And I, perhaps not so unabashedly, find it gruelling to scratch my brains and narrate convincing answers that would keep them Read more…
They lead austere lives. So we know. Before the sun manages to peek from beyond the clouds and much before the mountains can bid adieu to the chill of the night, they awaken. With gratitude for a new day writ on their beings and peace in their hearts, they pray, Read more…
I stood on the side of the road staring at him. The ancient mountains, some brown and some with leftover white, stood their ground. The green meadow spread around me as little flowers swayed ever so slightly in the breeze. The road had just two vehicles parked on it and Read more…