"Sardar ji, kithey?" Preeto called out from inside the kitchen. Sardar ji went about tying his turban around the frown lines on his forehead. He wrapped the final end of the cloth and tucked it inside securely. "Main kahya ji, where are you going now?" Preeto emerged from the kitchen, her hands covered with wet … Continue reading THE VICTIMS

Chhat and nostalgia

Firecrackers in a distance. It's five in the morning, and I had just woken up. Somewhere the morning Arghya was going on offcourse! I visualized men and women, dipped upto their waists in freezing cold water, offering their prayers to the rising sun. And instantly I was transported several years ago to my childhood days, … Continue reading Chhat and nostalgia