Literature

This is another of my daughter’s poems, which she wrote as a child. The Rainy Day By Gayatri T Rao Once in a while, I get this chance; To step into the rain and happily dance. Raindrops fall, quick and fast. Will this situation ever last? The sultry summer has ...

There was a Tamil poet called Thiruvalluvar, who composed the Thirukkural. His wife was a pativrata, devoted to her husband. One day, she was drawing water from a well. At that time, Thiruvalluvar called her for some work. She told the pot of water to stay where it was until ...

My daughters began writing poems and stories from their childhood. We have collected them since then. While sorting them out we had placed all of them together at one place. Most of them needed to be typed into the computer. I am sharing one of my daughter’s poems here, which have ...

Days passed and December gave way to January. One day, Radha was busy with an interview of a Parsi doctor a couple of blocks away from her hostel. When she came out of the building, she found people running helter-skelter. There were sounds of glass breaking in the nearby street. ...

“We should save it,” Radha blurted and was about to get down from the moving rickshaw. But, Asha held her back, as they rounded the circle in front of the telephone booth. “Let’s move away before those hooligans see us,” Aakash exclaimed to the driver. The driver did not wait ...

A very disgusting, disgraceful and dreadful thing happened in Mumbai on December 7, 1992. Babri Masjid was demolished and Mumbai began burning due to riots! I was studying then and was almost caught in the crossfire between the warring communities. Luckily, by God’s grace, I returned home in one piece. ...

I wrote this poem after I completed my M.Sc. in Botany. During our degree course, we were supposed to cut plants and make slides and herbaria out of them. On that fateful day, we were standing in the line to apply for my degree certificate in the University Campus. I ...

Verses do not match the theme, When I encounter such a day; I find everything going wrong, Then I keep my pen at bay.   Perhaps, I got up from the wrong side of bed, I then think. I forget the events of daily routine, And often lose their serial ...

“Kiran, wake up,” Mom shook me up. “What are you mixed up with this time? Instinct Detective Agency’s director has called you on our landline.” I sat up, groggily. In an instant, all of what had happened the day before came back to me. Without even bothering to even wash ...

The next assignment was given right then. Ravi knew the details and shared them with me. “Our client is a woman, who feels that her husband is going to kill her. We have to tail this man and find out the truth.” For the second time that day, we started ...