“I always wanted to write short stories, but I could not write one so far” I said to Lulu, my parrot. Nina, my myna, was…
“Ah, you are looking at the yellow bird on the guava tree. I know what’s on your mind” Lulu, my parrot, said. It was a…
“Did you meet her?” Lulu, my parrot, asked. “Yes” “Is she okay?” Nina, my myna, asked. “Yes, probably. She was not crying” Silence followed. Nobody…
“It was not so cold out there in Delhi,” Lulu, my parrot, said and hopped closer to me, “But what were you doing there in…
“Last year was not a good year for me” Lulu, my parrot, said. Nina, my myna, nodded in agreement. “They cut so many trees, make…
“Interesting,” I said. “Read this. Do you know that Salamander can regrow its tail completely?” “Really?” asked Lulu, my parrot. “Amazing. Carnivores biting off its…
“Vijay Mallya wants to return to India” Lulu, my parrot, read out the headline of a news report. Nina, my myna, gave him a sceptic…
When We Carry a Bleeding Wound Lulu, my parrot, flew in and settled on my worktable. His reflection on the dark screen created a beautiful…
Reflecting On The Life “What’s your take on the year that is almost over? What is gained and what is lost? And what was done…
When Art And Protest Go Together “Flag!” Lulu, my parrot, said. “What flag was that?” Lulu, my parrot, spoke as I hurriedly walked out of…