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.”
I created these articles to pass the time and hopefully give others a little laugh. Hope you enjoy.