The Alchemy of Pain
I looked Searched. Everywhere. Under the bed Behind the curtain Between the folds of your clothes In the crack beneath the door I even looked
Ice-cream bucket
9.15 p.m. , Malad link road, where the suburban life has reached a crescendo of frenzied activity – A thick flux of People, cars pretending
The Empty Flute-Joshi G.
I am a regular at Prithvi..The cafe.and those who are regularly regular, know Mr. Joshi or know of Mr.Joshi, or Joshi Uncle..The lone figure with