Physical Abuse and I

The young mother was agitated. Her son’s results were declared. The class teacher announced the names of the top three in the class and her son’s name was not in it. “ Now he is […]

Art and Literature

Moral without a story

It happened in Bengaluru, a city that I wouldn’t relate to depression. It is a city bubbling with bars and pubs and I was there on a one day short visit. Two apparently strong reasons […]