My lean mean dream machine
First time I ask my father for a bicycle I was six years old. My farther said that I was Continue reading
First time I ask my father for a bicycle I was six years old. My farther said that I was Continue reading
My mother started collecting my dowry since I was born. Her logic was factual. Unlike my younger sister, I was Continue reading
I moved to US in two 32-inch suitcases and one bulky carry-on. Since then every wall I encountered was cream/beige Continue reading
After years of procrastination, three years ago I joined a writing group affiliated with California Writers Club (CWC). Now almost Continue reading
Hello, hello, hello! More than a decade ago, when I lived in New Delhi / Bombay in India, I was Continue reading