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 ...