Step into Srini’s room, and you’ll find yourself amidst scattered books, papers, and bills. It resembles a small house ravaged by a tsunami. Yet, to my amazement, Srini effortlessly locates any document he needs. He scoffs at the idea of organization, dismissing calendars, journals, and task lists as mere time-wasters…

I found wheelchair assistance to be an excellent option for air travel these days. On my recent journey home, I went through the process like a breeze at Liberty International Airport. The service provider quickly got me to the boarding gate and the aircraft’s entrance. The security process became more…

It was the summer of 1974, and I was on a college industrial tour with my classmates. We had secured a railway compartment from the local railway headquarters in Secunderabad and travelled all over the country. Our box was detached and attached to different trains by the local railway staff…

My cousin Kashi has never stepped foot in a classroom or cracked open a book, but he is healthy and cares for himself. Despite never overeating, he is always well-nourished. He has a remarkable aptitude for general knowledge and understands the importance of money and local politics. He is a…

I always remember the year-end conversation with Mr Dhruva, my legendary manager. His advice went like this: If you have not done anything in the year, at least change the direction of your chair. You may get new ideas. After ten years of retirement, I struggle to find purpose in…

Fakru was kind-hearted and always willing to lend a hand to those in need. He was our neighbour and worked as a mason. One day, my friend Gururaja and I decided to learn how to ride a bicycle, so we went to Fakru and asked him if we could borrow…

I arrived at the small workshop in Bangalore with a racing heart, unable to sleep the night before due to the anticipation and excitement of my first day as a trainee engineer. Three senior engineers received me as the manager was in a different office. After the first meeting, they…

The sun blazed down mercilessly as Thippa Reddy, and I scampered around the dusty streets of our small town. Once blooming with abundant flowers, the village now lay barren and dry due to the sweltering heat of the summer. Sweat dripped down my forehead as we played, and the gritty…

The sound of the red “ST” bus engine roared as it stopped at the Nashik bus stand. The old clock on the wall showed the time as 10:00 pm. The sense of trepidation and anxiety weighed heavily on me as I stepped onto the bus, the smell of diesel fuel…