No entry, says the guard outside the airport. The flight number is here! No entry. He can see the desperation on my face because the rest of my day is tied up in that paper.

All around, you see new things, hear discussions, smell the surroundings, feel the emotions, taste at the local joints, sense the optimism, pride, and fear. You stop to help someone, smile at people, light up, curse another one, think about stuff. but then, you just keep going. This blog salutes that spirit. Tuesday, January 15, 2013. Her culinary skill is of the level of legends! She has THAT much love J. So, Ma, please accept this wish for A Very Happy 60. I wish that, like you, even.

An account of a man torn between his individualism and his attraction to bourgeois respectability. Thursday, October 4, 2012. All sober men and women of India, save some foresighted folks who stocked the barrel before the Gandhi Jyanti, waited anxiously for the last match between India and South Africa. After the downfall of Du Plessis, who before exiting ensured that the Indian pain became agony, South African soon realised their mistake of not abiding by the non-violence approach.