An Illusion called Life

Sia loved the journey back home from work. It was around 2 in the night when she finished her shift. The cab was ready to leave by 2.15. Anu...

It is a strange feeling when you read your own diary. Revisiting the nooks and corners that defined the way your life has taken, smiling at ...

I remember my first day at the Sathaye college library. I was a new entrant into FYJC and college life on the whole. In fact, I think I was ...

I had read about England and Englishmen in the works of Wodehouse, Forster and the likes. I knew all about their stiff-upper-lip, their love...

It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was busy doing what I love the most - reading. And this time, it was Somerset Maugham. The short story wa...

There is a charm to the way PGW writes. He has the most eccentric characters I have ever known. His protagonists range from disillusioned lo...

I recently had a conversation with a friend over draping a saree. And as I pondered over the origin of my proficiency in draping a saree, my...