“You guys think I am a naive piece of shit, don’t you?” Babu screamed adjusting his spectacles and grooming his…
An edited version of this story appears in ESPNcricinfo 1989. “Yaaru pethha puallayo! Punyam panna vairu!” my late granny remarked…
“Did you try Tatkal?” He said. For the 476th time. I wished I could explain to him. How making our…
Dilli Babu, for as long as I have known him, swore by classical music. “In the cruel summer nights, when…
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She waited to die in his lap. She waited for three whole weeks. And when my father returned to find…
An exaggerated version of a true story, as told to me by a friend who chose to remain anonymous. Yeah.…
Mothers spoke about him in hushed whispers. When they fed their babies. “If you don’t finish your lunch, Elikunji will…
Continued from part 1 My feet refused to move. It was as if my legs had a mind of their…
Someone stole Niall O’ Brien’s kit and that inspired me to recount this story The match was, how do I…