An Illusion called Life

1. To tell us what is missing in our life. The new dress on sale, the new cell phone in the market, the new car that he bought. 2. To help...

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...