Cinders.

Burning of Holika... happened when Hiranyankashapu wanted to destroy his son Prahalada the old wives give it a simple good wins over evil hue. There are people who give it profound philosophical depth about burning the negatives within us, and going to the “morally superior” plane. To the sceptic in me it occurs, that okay... Continue Reading →

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Vasanta Gita… the song of the spring.

Vasanta looked at the facebook wall, her husband smiling with a group of his school, college friends, how it had hurt he had chosen to be with them rather than her on their anniversary, her mother-in-law had sneered at her, “enjoy your anniversary alone” that had hurt her more. When he return there was no... Continue Reading →

favorite season…?

The season that I love best, I really do not know . Julian Barnes says in Flaubert’s Parrot “When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can’t make up their minds. Perhaps it’s a way of... Continue Reading →

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