By Siddharth Pandey Kishan Singh lives a simple life in the heart of Delhi. He gets up early – around sunrise. He bathes with cold water, though his son advises against it. He has his first cup of tea and a simple breakfast with his wife. On Saturdays, he stops by the temple before going…
By Aavesh Anand I live in an apartment complex where over 10% of the population is retired. You get to see the same old faces every morning when you go out for a morning walk. They look tired and worn out. Some of them even look haggard as if retirement has taken away their desire…
By Siddharth Pandey To Ajit, who works as a gardener in Noida, there is only one person who matters. And that is his uncle, Parameshawar Verma. Ajit is certain that if it was not for his Babuji (as Ajit affectionately calls his uncle) he and his siblings would have been nowhere. The reason Parameshawar evokes…
By P. Ramesh Kumar I was like a character in a play who was not given his lines. Can there be a rehearsal when the event in question is the death of a parent? It was out of the blue one day when I had just arrived at my workplace that I got a telephone…
By Yogendra Deva In our sleepy little town, my father, an English professor in a local college, would spend hours at his rusty little typewriter weaving stories, writing letters to the editor, churning out books on critical studies on English literature for students, and much more. Despite his age, he connected effortlessly with the younger…
By Anitha Kumar In the quaint town of Kottayam, Kerala, the echoes of past Christmases linger in the memories of John Mathew George, an octogenarian who fondly recalls the days when the holiday season was a grand affair at their house. All members of the family would gather for the festivities, which would start early…