Friday, August 14, 2015. The sense of being an Indian. The metro doors slid open. Dark brown, scraggly skinned, wide eyed and reddish-yellowish teethed people with dirty clothes entered. The first time, that they were travelling in a metro. People moved away since there was a chance that they might be carrying harmful bacteria and other microbes. Ey Shiva! Why do you not speak Hindi? I come from a place where it is rarely spoken. But, it is the national language, no? Do the dirty, blind, shrivelled and.

Friday, 19 December 2014. I wake up knowing how my day will be. Who am I kidding? To a few people like me. Room 209, the door plate read.