Teslas are here – what’s next?

The temperature this summer was the highest in the past fifty years. The summer sun was blowing fire on the faces of people. The city buses, trains, cars and trains had their cooling systems working at full capacity, resulting in hot air from exhaust pipes and air conditioners spreading in the air, intensifying the heat … Continue reading Teslas are here – what’s next?

Bakshish

Evolution of phones

"Sahab, Diwali aa rahi hai," Ravi mentioned to his boss.   The boss smiled and handed him a new Rs. 2000 note. The awe on his face was more than a person stepping on an airplane for the first time. His eyebrows were raised and his eyes gleamed with hope.   As he left the house, he was reminded of the hard work he had put … Continue reading Bakshish

Sir, add an ‘e’ before the mail

“Hello?” the old postman uttered into the phone lying on his desk. The phone was surrounded by files whose edges had been feasted upon by rats. Rays of the setting sun penetrated the doorway of the post office and glowed on the metal desk behind which he was sitting. While his ears were listening, his eyes were captivated by the cables that … Continue reading Sir, add an ‘e’ before the mail

The Familiar Stranger

The smell of the cooking curry or the aroma of the flipping rotis did not affect Shubham's attention. The constant buzzing of the exhaust fan was disturbing his ears, but the sound did not seem to register in his brain. As he entered the kitchen, his eyes quickly focused on the window in front of the stove through which the less dense air rising up from a pan was seeping out. "Go … Continue reading The Familiar Stranger

The last ride

The traffic signal at the busy junction went green as several vehicles thrust themselves forward. The car behind Ramesh honked loudly as he stood still, but his ears were accustomed to such cacophonic ear-tearing volumes now. His feet slammed the accelerator as soon as he came back to his senses within a second, but a … Continue reading The last ride

The season of umbrellas

The mighty monsoon season was well under way. The city of dreams, which ideally should be waterlogged by now with all the gutters overflowing, had experienced only sparse rain. There were a few concerns raised by the meteorological department that the rain would make its presence heavily felt in a day or two, and the … Continue reading The season of umbrellas