Recliner Reminiscences

There were reasons for my quick decision—some practical, some selfish. First, my brother’s visit made it an ideal time for a significant...

Who can predict the unpredictable? I was a non-graduate, earning a modest salary at a bank. Promotions weren’t even on my radar. It was...

What does darkness mean to me? It’s something I live with constantly—not complete darkness, but a hazy, dusk-like gloom. It reminds me of...

When my vision began deteriorating further after our last visit to the U.S. late last year, I felt a wave of fear. I could no longer see...

Should I write this—or not? It’s a question that reflects the constant inner battle between two opposing voices: one urging action, the...

After promotion, I never got the opportunity or desire to play chess. Table tennis, not being available in all branches, was also...

Counting is crucial for me. Navigating through life has become a combination of mathematics, memory, and concentration.  There’s a Tamil...

In 1967, my brother moved to Canada, and later to the U.S. Owning a personal phone was unimaginable back then. Communication was limited...

What do we call the device that amplifies our voice to the audience? A microphone, right? And the device that broadcasts sound across a...

With the economic liberalization of the early '90s, we witnessed a series of booms. Ready-made goods flooded the market, electronics...

After much effort, I came up with a palindrome for the title—*Pals Slap*!  Bosom pals—that’s what they are. They’ve been with me since my...

As I sit in my recliner, letting my thoughts drift through memories, I try to avoid those that bring stress. Instead, I reflect on life’s...

It’s the middle of August as I write this. My mind has been in turmoil, swirling with emotions and nagging thoughts. Or at least, that...

Subtitle: A Tale of a Story   Reading has always been a passion of mine. Even with my compromised vision, I’ve devoured countless...

The Sanyasi   The snow falls—pure moisture condensed into pristine whiteness. It clings to the mountains, waiting patiently for its time...

Throughout my life, I’ve found myself in awkward situations—moments when I said something foolish or acted impulsively, only to regret it...

This is another entry from A Page to Forget, written over a decade ago.  The word companion might seem like a negative term in this...

In 2012, a young woman I met through Fanstory encouraged me to write on Facebook. She called me bhaiya (brother) and treated me as...

In the blink of an eye—at least by human standards—I was reborn. The world needed me to be more stylish, compact, and mobile. I was no...

I was created by a brilliant mind—a novelty that solved a significant problem. Before me, people had to travel great distances or rely on...