Scribbled Pages

The month of March was quite singularly, and rather unsurprisingly, sweltering this time. Boys had found their own coping ways – by...

Mr. Sharma was a punctilious man. He is the typical embodiment of the grumpy uncle that almost every Indian colony has grown accustomed...

It was raining intermittently outside. The clanging of bells of the nearby temples, the raucous screeching of the frenzied crows, the...