Childhood

Why is that when we are children and in school, we want to grow up in a hurry? And why is it that once we grow up, we want to be children again? Got this fantastic poem as a forward (it’s in marathi, but the true essence is only felt in one’s mother tongue, and [...]

Innocence

        Sunday, I scolded Myra for not listening to me. She didn’t cry for long but the fear and more importantly the questions I saw in her tear filled eyes were agonizing. Megs was upset at me doing this, not for scolding Myra, but for the way I did it. Menacing she [...]