A blur of faded memories of places, people and events flow through the pen in the form of short stories to present to the readers a snapshot of unique individuals and the times gone by. A canvas of collages to bring the past to life, to give body to spirits that may look upon the collage and smile. Relax, hold my hand and walk with me through the lanes that I walked long ago…
A blur of faded memories of places, people and events flow through the pen in the form of short stories to present to the readers a snapshot of unique individuals and the times gone by. A canvas of collages to bring the past to life, to give body to spirits that may look upon the collage and smile. Relax, hold my hand and walk with me through the lanes that I walked long ago…
The sun was progressing on its path in the sky and the first rays were beginning to touch some of the houses in the multi-storied slum that was Khora colony. Khora, as it was locally known, was an unauthorized colony lying at the junction of Delhi, Ghaziabad and Noida. None of them claimed responsib Read More...