In a country like India, law and order is necessary at various levels.
Kuldhara, known to many as the oldest village in Jaisalmer, Rajasthan, was famous for being led by one of the finest five men you could come across.
The men would typically be found in their office, toiling day and night for the village’s welfare. The panchayat used to have weekly meetings under the common Khejri tree, where they worked together with the villagers to resolve their grievances. It was their dedicat...
In the bustling streets of Mumbai, Ahmed, a devoted father, worked as a vegetable transporter, with his son Ali faithfully accompanying him on their daily deliveries. The air carried a scent of spices and despair. Together, they maneuvered down narrow alleyways and vibrant marketplaces, their lives intricately woven into the fabric of their daily journeys. With unwavering determination, Ahmed bore the weight of sacks filled with fresh produce on his stooped back. This day held a special signific...
The bustling marketplace was alive with the sounds and smells of commerce. The vendors called out their wares, enticing customers with their colorful display of fruits and vegetables, clothes and shoes. In the midst of it all, a man could be seen making his way down a narrow alley, his arms laden with six heavy containers of drinking water. As it has been rightly said, “the status of the job doesn’t determine its worth; the effort you put into it does“, this man has tried to live by those words ...
"Rohan! Get a passport-size photo clicked, today is the last date to paste it in the diary" Rohan's mom screamed from the window as he rushed towards his dad, who was waiting for him. He just gave his father a guilty smile, and his dad sighed, revving the engines of his 'Bajaj Chetak'.
"Nawab sahib, hold on tight, anyways today again I will be late for office because of you." With that, he held on to his father, leaving light creases on his ironed shirt.
Rohan recalled fond me...
Mamma? When would I play again?
Sahitya's mother remembered how she burst into tears upon hearing these words from her only child. It's been almost a month since he recovered from an intestinal infection. Since then, he had been bedridden, and there were very scarce signs of recovery. She used to caress his head giving a warm confirmation that he was going to be fine soon. She missed his contagious smile as if he had not smiled in years.
Sahitya laid flat on the hospital bed looking at the cont...
When Kahlil Gibran wrote “Your children are not your children, they are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself; They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you yet they belong not to you”, what he meant was not just that a parent can’t force their thoughts and opinions on their children, but also the fact that children like birds, can't, and must not, be caged in. Else they either develop a bitter resentment or partake in rebellions-often without a cause-against...
Death doesn’t sympathize. It takes whatever it wants or rather whoever it wants. One day, if it feels like throwing a feast, it takes away the president of a country, the other day an auto driver or two when it wants to have a chill day. Innocent people, the poor, the commoners suffer the most when death decides to have an easy day. On days like these, it takes away way more than just the breadwinner of a family. It takes away the family itself. Happiness, belongingness, hope.
So one day ...
There was a hungover dew of triumph in the town’s atmosphere. If one was to take a deep breath at any corner of Dehradun that morning, they could feel the sharp coolness of victory pierce through them and make them regard the town’s local FC’s victory as their own, even if they had a minimal or any engagement with football erstwhile. The much-regarded Dehradun city FC had managed to win the Football nationals, breaking the ten-year-old running curse of failure. The town’s bars were full of peopl...