The Rose.

“Ouch,” she uttered, pulling back her finger from the rose stem. A thorn had pricked her and a drop of blood lay on her finger, perfectly placed like it always belonged there. She smiled. “Got yourself another prick, did you now?” her husband asked, as he sat in the hall, immersed in the morning’s papersContinue reading “The Rose.”

The Drop.

The old man had been unwell for more than a couple of days now. The fever wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t worried about himself though. He was worried about his garden. He’d newly planted Canna Lilies in them. They were Madam’s favourite. He would have instructed his helper how to care for them well but theContinue reading “The Drop.”

Calcutta Cabbies #2.

This is one cab driver, to travel in whose car I’d even brave the 45 degree heat! Presenting Dhananjay aka Bapi’s cab! As reported by The Telegraph : “Dhananjay’s is a green taxi in every sense, and his crusade one of a kind. The 40-year-old drives an Ambassador with a bed of real grass on itsContinue reading “Calcutta Cabbies #2.”