The good thing about being a journalist is that you get to meet all types of people. This one is about a movie star of the bygone era, who in my opinion played the best role in his own life than on the silver screen. For ease of writing the story, I will call him “Joe” as it would be preposterous to call him by his name and also to protect myself from being hauled up in a court of law. Joe was a reasonable man with his own sense of proprietary, sensitiveness and astuteness. He met Nyra in...

Sometimes it is strange how one gets to topics which you never expect. This one happened when I travelled to Simla to attend a Global Conclave on Climate Change, where I happened to be having an early dinner at the Press Club and by chance met this old timer Kartar Singh, who I revered for his knowledge and writing style. He was an acclaimed Journalist and much sought after. Having a conversation with him itself was a cherished moment in my life. Over a few glasses of Indian Whisky the...

A smile, a captivating smile, Breaking the tide of the morning spell, Winsome as the fluttering of a thousand butterflies, A warmth so profound, that it stokes the fire of love, A child, a child, a beaming little child. A bud so encompassed in its own warmth, Breaking free with a little step, Leaving the warmth and comfort of home and hearth, Stepping forward into a world of learning, A child, a child, a confused little child. A small whimpering smile, a fleeting touch, A new friend, a...