Mumbai Rains, Monday Blues

Deliver us from this heat, Oh Lord This had been my prayer as we approached the weekend. It was best not to complain about the winter in Bombay. The mercury never dipped past a modest twenty. My prayers were answered on the Sunday. A heavy downpour, accompanied mischievously by thunders, punctured the irreverent winter. Neither … Continue reading Mumbai Rains, Monday Blues


Gift of a Conversation

Monday evening, after negotiating the chaotic work place smoothly, on my walk back home, I started to cry. It was one of my numerous depression attacks. Feeling low had been my second nature these days. I called her immediately. She seemed busy. I couldn't conjure any words to her hurried inquiries; only few seconds of … Continue reading Gift of a Conversation