Dreams and Birds, and Cricket at the Dentist’s
The needle was long, and the barrel huge, so my jaw died for a while. The Dentist tore into my teeth, all the while speaking with his assistant about Kumble’s fantastic century.
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Bangalore
Bangalore is where I live, and work as a manufacturer of parts and systems for aerospace and military applications.
With U.R. Ananthamurthy and Abdul Rasheed
Ananthamurthy stoked Rasheed's thoughts, and mine, put forth his views, and the possibilities crackled and multiplied.
Just Another Evening In My City
I wonder where they were before yesterday and where they've gone today.
Vidyabhyasa
A bright yellow halo shone behind the guru's piled coiled pyramidical hair. Here before me was a new-age gurukula.
Welcome Rain, Unwelcome Portents
What I've seen these last days is the ominous sight of twisting waters swirling down the streets going toward nowhere but disaster.
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.
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.
A Matter of Meat
The sacs hang before shop-fronts the way flower-strings dangle on stall-fronts at Gandhi Bazaar and Malleshwaram.