View From The Top Of The Tank

I took the ancient recipe book from the bookshelf. The hardback cover was discoloured and crumbling. All the recipes were in Malayal...

Dear Diary, What a mess the last three days have been. I fought with Ashok, Arief and Nidhi a number of times. We never seemed to ...

I watched Roma's children run ahead in the small tree-lined lane in Lonavala. Roma was some way ahead, walking and talking with G...

I tapped the door several times, harder each time. "Maybe they've gone somewhere," Ashok said. My new found table tennis...

"There's a problem?" Roma was at my door. Genie, Fish and I had arrived in the morning at Pretty Villa in Lonavala, just o...