“Amma what would you do if I changed my religion?” I asked my mother with hopes of picking on her. It was a lazy Sunday morning and we had just had our routine South Indian signature coffee- the filter coffee. Sitting on a nilkamal chair with legs on the coffee table, my mother’s undivided…(excerpt)
The honking never stopped. Red lights flickered from the Skoda Rapid in front of us. Looked like a car was blocked by a bike trying to take a right turn. The roads were bad but it really didn’t make a difference to me because I loved driving. It was going to be a long drive, a thing that my mother hates…(excerpt)
Pennies from heaven dropped
Happiness engulfed him over the top
Over-accomplished parents, loving family
The six year boy had all reasons to run around happily.
The eight year boy arched his eyebrows
Roused from his bed piled with…(excerpt)