So there I was, on a noble mission—to buy a loaf of bread. Simple, humble, unassuming bread.I marched confidently into the grocery store like a soldier on assignment. And then it began.The assault.Not by the
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Thank God for the retaliatory strikes. Because if they hadnt happened, Im quite sure we wouldve seen war break out—not at the borders, but at the local tea stall near your house. Yes, between Sharmaji, who su-
Was speaking last evening to a man whose wife is an army officer, posted somewhere near the treacherous snow-dusted stretches of Kashmir. He looked like a calm man, not the kind you'd expect to betray his emoti
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Exactly two years ago, I found myself descending into the bowels of the earth—into the underground city of Derinkuyu in Cappadocia, Türkiye. A vast subterranean labyrinth, carved out of volcanic rock, where
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It begins, quite innocently.You've had a delightful evening at your friends place. Good food, warm conversation, possibly a brief skirmish about which cricket team is truly in transition, and now its time to he
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There was wailing next door. Not muffled sobs but full-throated, guttural wailing. My wife looked up from her tea, her eyebrows knitted in worry. Somethings happened, she said.I nodded. Death in the family, I w
I often wonder what went through Moses' mind as he stood with the Red Sea in front and the sound of furious chariot wheels behind. Maybe he scratched his beard thoughtfully—because let's face it, if ever ther
Every morning, as the sun peeps over our confused democracy, a silent war begins. Not at our borders, not in Parliament, but in the palm of your hand — yes, that unassuming rectangle known as your smartphone.-
The peepul tree that towers over my house and garden had been shedding its leaves with a reckless abandon only nature can afford. For days, I watched, sipping my morning coffee, as the once-proud canopy thinned
Were brought up on Hollywood movies showing brave firemen sliding down poles, racing to their gleaming engines, sirens wailing, and gallantly charging into burning buildings to rescue helpless kittens and terri-
So, this morning while sipping my sugarless coffee (doctors orders; doctor being my wife), I kept reading all the horror that has just happened leaving twenty- six dead. And of course, the usual statements from
I almost choked on my morning porridge today. No, not because of cholesterol warnings, but something far more indigestible—Inspector Tukaram Kurundkar. The man, suspended for allegedly murdering a woman he wa-
Its becoming an almost daily occurrence now—the news of another young person, full of potential, choosing to end their life.Not long ago, I sat across from a friend of mine, a respected psychiatrist, and aske
The Readers Digest had a story thats stayed on my mind.Not because it was dramatic, or tear-jerking, or filled with grand revelations, but because it was simple, painfully true, and quietly powerful.It was abou-
They say theres something different in the air every Good Friday.The sun dims a little more than usual, the birds go quieter than normal, and even the wind, that old gossip, hushes itself—perhaps remembering
I once had a friend—charming fellow, always first to raise a toast and last to leave the room. The kind who knew just what to say, when to say it, and whom to say it in front of. Everyone liked him. So when s
In Indian culture, touching the feet of elders or respected figures is a gesture of reverence.But theres something far deeper than tradition in that act—it is the outward sign of an inward humility. A posture-
Many years ago, a friend of mine—a film buff to the core—told me something curious over a shared samosa and a matinee show.I dont watch the stars, he said, eyes fixed on the screen. I watch the extras.The e
Ah yes, our very own Motormouth—what would television do without him?Or perhaps a better question—what would the nation not hear without him? Silence, maybe. A bit of peace.Possibly a complete sentence!Ever-
Its a strange thing, isnt it? You speak the truth, and they say youve lost your marbles. No, not gently suggest you might need a vacation, but outright declare: You are mad!Ive seen it happen. In offices, homes
