Recently at a dinner with a friend’s family, we had somehow run out of things to talk about. After a few feeble attempts at small talk, I decided to turn to the inevitable conversation saver: I mentioned that I was from Calcutta and it turned out that my friend’
There once was a prince---or so the story goes, anyway---whose father banished him to the forest for thirteen years. At the end of this term, the prince returned to claim the throne that was rightfully his, and it is said that he ruled his kingdom with courage, integrity, and a
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Ever curious about your dying day? The Oracle of Tripe has all the answers. Won-Tolla presents the bewildering tale of a man who asks for it and, unfortunately, gets it.
Last Sunday was beautiful. The sky was cloudless. Sunlight fell in long tongues of leaf-speckled yellow on the cobblestone, and the air was thick with pollen. It was all perfect (and dangerously close to the point of being sickening). Of course, the English weather crept back by Monday afternoon, and
In 2008, I watched a film about a boy who grew up in the dark, grimy underbelly of the socio-cultural beast that is India, a boy who fixed his eyes upon a target unattainable to those on the wrong side of the developmental juggernaut. Obsessed with the object of his
When was the last time you gave somebody a gift? Was that somebody a friend or family member? Was the occasion a birthday or an anniversary? Or let’s consider the reverse case: when was the last time you received a present? Was it from someone close to you? And
Panic usually creeps in the night before. The suitcase---which, disturbingly, weighs almost as much as the owner---is laid in all its glory against the bed. All the flaps and pockets are unzipped. Books are spilling out of its stomach and the clothes---oh, the clothes. Jeans, tops, and shirts all vie
The Bombay winter sun has barely risen. Sleepy streets stretch and sprawl in an attempt to wake up. The young boys on the street are wrapped up in a dream, engrossed in their own worlds, unaware of noisy school-going feet or ringing bicycles. A small fire pierces the indigo chill,