Nilanjana bhaduri jha

All eyes are on a small pile of gunpowder. And a tiny rivulet of ghee snaking through it, threatening to flood over the edge of the banana leaf. It is my meal. But I am ...

Serendipitous. Everything on the other side of Shimla. It's getting discovered though, inch by lovely inch, and moving towards the tedium of predictability. So hurry, grab the last few moments of being able to be ...