Neil Emmanuel Fernandes My patron, my everlasting light, You, which transpires a razor of the piercing star. You, that battles…

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

After an eventful train journey from Prague, in which we hopped between a bus ride and a train, we reached…

“Look at your stomach Anil. It looks like baker’s dough, ready to be put in the oven”. Eddie uncle laughed…

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

The sun had just appeared and the morning was young. I was up early and was getting ready to go…

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

Writing, almost a year after visiting this “beautiful city”, nostalgia set in. After effects of the city weren’t bad, after…

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…