Kite Flying I have always believed in justice. But, poetic justice had always been a thing synonymous to an illusion for me. Whenever someone talked of poetic justice, I had always put it at par with poetry — a thing which is good to listen to and talk about, but which never becomes reality. This had continued to be my perception until I met Shahid Qadri. Shahid came across as an affable person in his mid forties when I met him sometime in the year 2004 in Ahmedabad, the most

I believe the following excerpts from some of the news organisations from the past few weeks will speak for itself : "....deadly floods...

PART II “Yes, that is correct indeed,” she nodded slowly in agreement. She had not thought of it that way. This was what made discussions...

Introduction This story was developed in two days around a small paragraph I had written quite a while back. And that was: ​ "What would...