View From The Top Of The Tank

The Covid-19 lockdown stretched our days and one day melded into the other, much like waves in the sea. There was no start and no end – ju...

Photo: A. Peter “Where are we going?” Danny asked.  I had met Danny at Joy Uncle’s place. Apparently, my uncle had seen it fit to ar...

Mumbai in December is not great. After the biting cold of Amritsar, I could feel the sweat trickle down my forehead and past my...

Golden Temple  (Photo Credit: A. Peter) I was searching my bag for my identity card and air ticket when I felt the hard bulge in a sid...