The Ancient Quill

Random meanderings  Seasoned Delhiites haggle with the Janpath shopkeepers, autowallahs and book vendors. A gregarious guide tries i...

                                                                   The City I Would NOT Like “No, no, no, I don’t wanna go to Delhi!”...

Writing Writing is Lulled lullaby for little languorous ears Spangled snowflakes swirling, then settling earth-embraced Map of t...

   The Unsung The moment I put pen to paper I hear my mother-in-law’s “Can one ever get tea on time this house?” I almost get up abrup...

         Tobermory                    [A piece of fiction that is a spin on Saki's short story by the same name.] As I stood ar...

Fish Out of the Water     Even though Fish was a fish like all the other fish around, he felt different. For one thing, he was the o...