First Class Guilt

The moment I entered the compartment, it felt like I had been found out. That was my only thought. The crowd seemed to swell behind me. My body was twisted beyond calculation. A random elbow was nudging the back of my head. The youngster beside was drenched in sweat and reeked of weed. There would … Continue reading First Class Guilt


Under The Yellow Lights..

Winter is usually gloomy and unfriendly. The winter of Mumbai, more so, because it is dark and foggy at dawn without the dip in mercury that one would earnestly expect. I had expected the same stark blackness to greet me, as I stepped out at dawn today. However, an unlikely saviour emerged - the old incandescent … Continue reading Under The Yellow Lights..