I saw 4-year old Aditya dangling from his mother’s arms. I wondered why she would ‘handle’ a child that way. And I soon found out why. I edged closer to see that the boy was unkempt. Dirty clothes, saliva drooping, eyes crisscrossed…the works. He was mumbling to himself and walking, rather stumbling at every step.… [Read more…]
April 19, 2009
Note: I am not well-versed with Politics, the write-up below is based on my deductions and common sense…let’s say they’re musings…reader discretion advised. How many people saw Ajmal Kasab weild the beautiful gun on that fateful evening in Mumbai? Hundreds? At least! How then is it possible to give someone like this a FAIR TRIAL?… [Read more…]
August 13, 2008
Agni’s mother now had not much time, Bells from afar rang out the chime, A sign for mother to move ahead, The unknown path she had to tread. And mother knew not who sat by her side, Though her eyes were opened wide, For diseased death had settled in there, Where once had lived affection… [Read more…]
March 18, 2010
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