Bangalore The Tempers This Summer The policeman, a thinnish fellow, stared disbelievingly at the biker and at his own sullied shin and hit the burly biker hard on the shoulder and reeled from the effort.
Musing The Living, Among The Dead I catch a glimpse of a crowd of tombstones, and I have an anxious passing thought that they'll appear in my dreams. They haven't.
Bangalore A Matter of Meat The sacs hang before shop-fronts the way flower-strings dangle on stall-fronts at Gandhi Bazaar and Malleshwaram.
