Calamitous Kids and Where to Find Them

The corridor was long, and it smelled of foot. Not your usual foot. In fact, it gloriously amplified the experience by unleashing the tasteful aroma of a ringworm infested mass residing within a bi-yearly washed yet daily used sock, onto my unsuspecting nose. I held in my breath, and felt my chest inflate, as I…

Band Baaja Bedlam

    I heard the sound of the fabric ripping, one thread at a time, reverberating loudly and dramatically, sending a slow chill down my spine. The shimmering fragile cloth had finally given way after having endured the sheer atrocities that had been inflicted upon it in the past ten minutes. I had tried my…

Metrotextual: Traumatizing Tonds and Thundering Thighs

It was one of those scorching, humid Delhi days that found me entering the Rajiv Chowk Metro Station, steadily preparing myself for the onslaught of humanity that would follow. Taking a deep breath, I made my way with some difficulty, through the avalanche of people spilling out of the narrow metro doors of the general…