Sunday, August 17, 2014

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning. Arihant gets up from his cot and snugs between his parents. He bribes his mom into waking up by planting kisses on her cheeks. Tagore streams into my ears. Daylight pours in through the window and beckons me to another gorgeous day.

Thursday, August 07, 2014

Cricket

Remember those days in the colony when not every house had a TV but no one wanted to miss a cricket match? Friends, and sometimes even stran...