Born in the downtrodden slum under the Hodulia Bridge in Jammatnagar, I was neither privileged nor much wanted. But I happened… I was the fifth child of a 37-year-old woman, with no one to look after us. She worked in the rich people’s homes but earned too little to feed her growing brood. We ate […]Read More …I touched the stars
My heart beats can be counted, my pulses can be checked, my life can be measured but how to assess, deconstruct the storm inside? My first identity to the rest of the world is that I am an Indian. But is it the same with the rest of my fellow Indians? Why, today, I have […]Read More I am an Indian
Famous Indian playwright, Mahesh Dattani, has played a key role in opening my eyes to the sordid truths that lie in the depths of our Indian society. I love his plays and have learnt many new things about the taboos that rule supreme in the Indian ideological paraphernalia. As a Nation, we are too stereotyped […]Read More The Unfortunate Indians
“We need, in a special way, to work twice as hard to help people understand that the animals are fellow creatures, that we must protect them and love them as we love ourselves.” ― César Chávez In which century are we? I am a dweller of Bangalore, India and outside the temperature is above 35˚C. […]Read More Stop animal driven carts!
My dear, beloved son, Years went by so swiftly that You’re already at the threshold of your twentieth birthday, And I am a little surprised To, all of a sudden, realise it, this way… I am sitting alone in my room tonight, Flipping through the memories in my mind, I have your album here at […]Read More A Letter from a Mother to her Son