We were brought up by folks who respected the encrusted time, wound their watches every morning, opened windows to days. They swept the morning breeze with either their prayerful ways or brisk footprints out about the gardens of mint and marigolds. We were taught to eat with hands but not lick the fingers too much,…

Map Makers! The new video game in town is here. To play Map Makers the Rulers have stencils and erasers. Also permanent markers. Plus all baton- wielding forces their side. Who knows if things go really awry. The opposition team has brushes, colours, and a few pencils to write with. Plus, they are singing loud,…

The postman brought all messages these days with a clot. I waited long at my window thinking: really, but really? Wasn’t it always some sort of a premonition of a strange mixing of the heart’s ache with our blood’s tone eternally lilting and dulcet? So, I open each packet carefully wrapped, imagining if it’s another…