Once upon a time, there was a miserable man. Yes, he was miserable, totally, utterly miserable. Nothing he had was of any good, as it seemed to him. He was healthy, but not good looking. He had a job, but his earning was not upto his deserving. He had a home, but it was too small. He had a wife, but...
A star fallen
from the sky
like a pebble
I do lie,
by God and world
yes I do,
but what’s the use
when I live not?
It’s not been many years since I wrote this little verse. That was the time when I had not yet started working on my novel, my dream of be...
Some books have a wonderfully potent power of making you fall asleep. Then there are books that would take hold of your hand, heart and head and follow you even into your sleep. In the past few days, I have had the misfortune and fortune of enjoying the companionship of both kinds of books. Of the f...
Once upon a time whenever anything went wrong, people blamed it upon the God’s wrath. Failed crop, God’s punishment. Attack of sickness, God’s punishment, an untimely death, God calling the beloved to his bosom.
While God’s will continued to hold sway, the wrath of o...
I well remember a time, and it was not very long ago either, when any young person in love with books was considered the most boring personality on earth. Of course, I suppose every class in every school had the misfortune of having at least a couple such boring trespassers.
Then Chetan Bha...