A House for Mr. Kar

On the first floor of my parent’s house is a locked room, beige on the outside and yellow-ochre inside. It’s unlocked only when we visit —  ma says she never lets anyone use the room, or its attached bath, even when the house is

A Colourful Crime

I remember my two plants in Pune which never came out of their owner-induced coma. The Gerbera only opened up its nursery-gifted buds and died right after I managed to sprinkle some water on its pink flowers and relished the clichéd shot