Partha Sarathi MBA
“I am an MBA.” He announced and laughed revealing his yellow teeth. He was standing in a corner, nursing a 90 of cheap whisky along with some beer. The veins were pronounced on his hands. He pulled the sleeves of his once off-white shirt yet again; it was an involuntary, nervous reaction I guess. I […]
Golu
Mom always rued the fact that she did not have a girl child during Dassara. She thought if she had had a daughter, we could have had a Golu like all other poor Brahmin families (display of clay dolls mostly… of gods and their rides.) Suren and I were primarily interested in visiting every damn […]