Hunger games at Christmas.
He is otherwise a decent guy. Fair in his complexion and smooth in communication. Intriguingly, he is aware of some areas of quantum physics, theology, few other random subjects and also Hindu religion. This man – if there is anything called destiny, became my personal trainer in the gym. I was going to the gym... Continue Reading →
As I approached the entrance of the so-called guest house, the driveway presented itself in a self-determiningly subtle but conspicuous manner. There were two lines drawn parallelly on the reddish soil of the earth – the width of those two lines barely enough to fit the perimeter of car tyres, and the lines were made... Continue Reading →
It was good; the coffee was good – as usual. I love Costa coffee. Mashura knows. That is why she asked me to meet her at the Costa Coffee outlet in Dubai airport. I was transiting Dubai to go to Singapore. She was on her way home for her annual vacation. I looked at my... Continue Reading →
“What else do you have under your sleeve?” was my question to the man sitting at the corner, and the lady started laughing. She was laughing her heart out and I got puzzled. Did I say something I shouldn’t have? The environment around that twenty metre square area was a tad too hot with raw... Continue Reading →
I thought I could cook any day for my living, but what was a discovery was that - for me to cook Yellow Tail fish, I would need someone experienced - either in my room or within my network.
It was about thirty minutes before mid-night and they were on their way back home – nay, trying to find their way back home. There was an elaborate spread of tasty Indian food [ albeit veggie ] at one of the colleagues’ places, more particularly consumed aside a couple of glasses of beautiful wine following three... Continue Reading →
On that day, I was in a meeting with four people discussing women’s issues in general. Subsequently, when I was reporting this to her, I tried to be a bit dramatic and said that all others in the meeting excepting me were wearing women’s dresses. She was an activist in development sector and working, among... Continue Reading →
It must have been somewhat less than a decade ago that I landed in Maputo airport sometime late morning . Curious eyes and all other senses in military attention position, I tried to gather the first impression of the country – Mozambique. Opulence of other busy airports elsewhere is absent, but the airport was working... Continue Reading →