death

R.I.P Abhishek

“You heard about Abhishek?” A friend asked me on phone. “He died, in an accident. His new wife, his brother-in-law …

The Story of a Squeaking Squirrel 

I pulled out an old walking stick lying in the cupboard and tried helping him (the squirrel) gain his freedom. I was the young man with the stick, he was the oppressed, decked in grey, white and black, panicking, squeaking, protesting my foreign presence yet getting tangled more and more in the mesh of twigs.