I am here for an assignment in my true art, photography. My pitiful attempts at writing stories have failed always, and so the job that puts money in my pocket remains my current occupation. Actual…...
Following some level of confusion with my large audience of readers (all 3 or 4 of them), I guess I should make things a bit clearer with regards to my blog activities. I am trying to write a novel…...
I had a relative. Ram, I think his name was. No. No, it was Raju. After so many years, I don’t even remember his name properly, but I see his face in my mind’s eye. And his photographs. He was a p...
Ticket I need to catch my train soon, so I can get to where I want to go. But there is one thing I need to do first. I must get a ticket. My town was racked by a series of bomb explosions a few yea…...
It was to a land of dark people he was sent, to cloth them in white robes. Fifty long years he had travelled, Jude, and today he was here. He walked along the sandy beach, where his small ship, a b…...
Raju lived in a thatched hut bordering a paddy field, behind a kallushaap (liquor shop). It was in this humble, darkly lit room that he worked and lived, developing negatives from his roll, peering…...