Category: My Wandering Thoughts

Villagers at Kodali who, for centuries believed that nothing untoward could happen to their village were shaken by a new…

When my favorite band penned the song “stairway to heaven”, little did they know that many years later, a highway…

“Tring Tring”. No. This was not the sound we used to eagerly wait when we were growing up. Actually, I…

I simply love riding the train. Every aspect of the journey starting from booking tickets to getting down at the…

Mangalorean’s love food. The fact that most of us have triglycerides and heart problems is proof of how enthusiastic we…

As I was looking out of the window, from my second-floor apartment, a sight brought a very strange memory: a…

“Hey you, Anil right! I will break your bones and throw you out of the window now”. I was not…

The buzzword these days, in the subcontinent is “be vocal about local”. Forefathers of Indian Independence movement like Naoroji, Tilak,…

A month and half into isolation, life, which seemed blissful with the early dalgona’s and perfectly baked cakes and pastries,…

“Anil !!!!”. I pretended as if I hadn’t heard anything.  “Anil”.  A similar voice again. I could hear my wife…