I was waiting at Titagarh railway station for my train to Raipur. It was almost 12 o’clock in the night and my train, which was supposed to come at 12:20, was an hour late. I told my uncle to go back home as it was too late and my village is 18 km from the … Continue reading “The colour of tears“

Now that Covid is mostly over, it’s time to take a vacation. My wife was nagging me to go to Vaishno Devi as we were supposed to go for a long time now. I was not very sure of going for a pilgrimage though. In the meantime, I went to my village to tend to … Continue reading “A Pinch of Salt”

Janki Dadi is the universal Dadi of our village. Everyone calls her Janki Dadi, even people older than her. She is around 65 but looks much older, because of her arthritis and other 2 dozen of health issues. She is unable to move and need support for even going to bathroom. She is sitting the … Continue reading “The Mobile Tower”