Thoughts from my past and present. Simple and Gentle reads.
When there is no water, paper will have to do.
I was Sixteen years old and was traveling in Australia. I had caught a Greyhound (Australia) bus from Sydney to Melbourne. It was a 12-hour bus ride, with stops every 2-3 hours for food, etc.
My viewpoint of the Babri Masjid riots.
“Jehangir, let’s go to Ajwa today. Uncle’s scooter is rusting outside.”
Kanji Kaka from Surat.
The phone call came at 10.04 Monday night. My dad spoke on the phone for a couple of minutes, mostly nodding his head and saying, “theek che.” My mom looked worried. Dad placed the phone down and looked towards my mom and sighed.
I created these articles to pass the time and hopefully give others a little laugh. Hope you enjoy.