A bench is placed under a big banyan tree in the park. That is where I often sit. My favourite place. Lulu, my parrot, flew…
“Yesterday a young friend called up, and our conversation reminded me of the snake at house 84” I was writing my morning pages as I…
“You have been a prolific writer though I reserve my comment about the quality” Lulu, my parrot, said as he read my blog. Parrots, or…
Sun was about to dive below the horizon, my stereo was playing Rag Marwa. It brings somber feelings and mood. The street lights were just…
“Oh, beautiful!” Lulu, my parrot exclaimed. He was reading a book lying on my table while taking light bites of a guava. “Four lines capture…
“Chaos! Over a hundred employees of upGrad resign en masse! Oh!! What a news! See this,” I pointed out the Business Insider news to Lulu,…
“What are you tearing? Diaries?” Lulu picked up a bit of torn paper and looked at it curiously. “Actually, Monthly Planners as they are called….
“Eleven years, right?” Lulu, my parrot, asked me. “Yes, eleven years since I retired from the ‘corporate career’. Oh, how time flies!” I picked up…
“Watching Mahabharat, eh?” Lulu, my parrot, flew in and landed on the chair next to me. Just in case you do not know, parrots have…
“Dr Bavaskar mentions in his biography that, as a young boy, he used to work as a helper in a shop owned by one Madansheth…