Businesses Might Open, With None to Man Them
The migrants might come back to Bangalore, because one needs to make a living, but it would be interesting to see how we will regard one another in future.
Shashikiran Mullur
Some Fresh Wind In My Sail
In fifty years, the Guardian says, temperatures in India would rank with Saharan Africa. My son would be eighty then. My grandson would be fifty-five.
What's in a Name?
As regards Zuriberg, they say the owner used to be a doctor in Switzerland. And Maple up the street belongs to an elder who taught physics in North America.
Lockdown Diary: Cures and Other Responses
He has a course of preventive medicine for COVID 19, to be taken twice a day, for five days. Did she pick it up? Absolutely. Are we taking it? You bet.
Lockdown in Bangalore Lifted a Little
And we're afraid, too. Because above all, there's the daunting question: What if one of our numbers tests positive?
Lockdown Blues In Bangalore
The breeze comes in now and then and soothes the face, but it smells of worry and of flagging hope. Will the lockdown end after three weeks?
Malnad Diary: March
The birds kept up their pitiable cries for over a half-hour. I cannot say what was up with them. Did they sight a cat? Was one in their numbers cuckolded?
Bowing In, Bowing Out
I remember the scene because it reminded me of the preliminary rituals of the Indian arranged marriage.
Only a Prayer
They were Buddhist women both, defending Muslim custom in multiracial Malaysia.
A Sorry Episode at the KLCC
Could he be armed? I thought. He was not big, but he had youth and was wiry, and he had an energetic stride.