It's official. Deathclock.com - a website that I had heard of a long time ago and found time to browse only yesterday has chosen the day...

An exercise in frugality, that is the true nature of the studio apartment to which I have to be confined to whenever I return home from fraz...

Must be a psychological thing, this not wanting to write until there is an Internet connection. On paper, a laptop provides me with infinite...

This is a strange land with inexplicable lure! We were on our way to Boston downtown and the parking gate attendant at the Quincy Adams subw...

So it begins. The American chapter of my long-forgotten blog. A million toils lie ahead of me as I have ignored this old friend for too long...

Imagine a children's park late on a moonless night. The swings though unoccupied sway restlessly in the strong breeze. The silhouette of...

It was about 9:45 yesterday night, when I was on the way back after dropping a friend home. Calcutta roads were their usual self with killer...