Anju and Nikhil (Short Story)

Nikhil My first memory of Anju is a false one. I get it from a photograph of us as babies. She is trying to eat my hands, and I’m trying to get away. Our parents were friends. Our fathers, worked in the same company. We lived in the same old fashioned flat complex, with corridors …

Romancing the Hills (Short story)

I always headed to the hills to recover from heartbreak, exhaustion, and sometimes sheer boredom. It’s difficult to explain why I loved the hills so much. It could be because I was born in the lap of the Nilgiris, and those blue mountains were where I spent most of my childhood holidays. Then my Tatha …