As I finished re-reading the thin volume of Good-Bye Mr. Chips, I remembered one of the unforgettable jokes that I had read in…

#bookreview There comes a time in the life of a writer , when a particular book makes her go all green with envy-…

When Hercule Poirot asks the young lady sitting in front of him why she wants to rake up a twenty year old murder…

  A hopeful roar among the spectators of the home crowd rose in crescendo as the star among the batswomen, Meghna took her…

  “Do you want more *curry*?” she asked him the spoon hovering over the stainless steel *tiffin* box. It was late afternoon and…

*Vastara?* The lined face reflected the agony, her withered, arthritic afflicted fingers plucked her housecoat, the eyes that were practically white with un-corrected…

“The choice is yours. We will await your decision.  We’re sorry.” I watched the white coated men leaving me and my son. Should…

I really don’t know what a fix is for I never did drugs.  Nevertheless, the impact of her limpid eyes was an arrow…