Thinking Got Loud

My regrets, be it losing loved ones prematurely or missing something narrowly in academia, seem to be one of two kinds.  They are eithe...

As an ardent fan of Parthiban the actor, one of my regrets is that he never had a director that tapped into his abundant potential the ...

This is an inevitability - I am going to sound much older than I am.  But indulge me for a few moments.  It seems like yesterday that I st...

Dear Shoba, It has been close to two years since I have seen you.  Yet I am engulfed by a strange feeling – as much as I miss your s...

Chauffeur.   I was 18 the first time that I had heard this word.   I had been chatting with an American friend at a driving class in Memph...

The nurse opened the door with great alacrity.  She was swift but not rash, opening the door just enough to let herself in.  My grandma, ...

“Gold is old” – so went my caption that accompanied a snap of a few elderly members of my family, including my late grandma.   No sooner h...