He sat on the stool made of steel. It was wet and there were puddles that had formed on the surface. He sat on it. It felt cold. He had noticed that he started to sweat. The dim orange light bulb was unable to light up the whole room. As a result, the room looked very grim but he wasn't going to loi Read More...
Later during this horrible trip, I was going to feel a kick in my guts when I would be in a river on a fucking boat, looking at street where Anne Frank lived and not being able to visit her house. But this isn't about that. This story is like a prequel. It began as we got down outside Louvre. Gett Read More...
Finding Manto After hours of browsing over the internet,I managed to find an article which mentioned the two locations where Manto lived in Mumbai.Immediately,I decided to visit both these places.I knew that it was naive of me to think that they would preserve his house.After all,we have even obscur Read More...