It was over two decades ago and the mind has a way of playing tricks as time passes. The details of the day are foggy, but the event is not.

The short, slightly stout, bespectacled gentleman and I had run out of pleasantries to exchange, brought together as we were…

His life had changed in the four months, twenty-two days, seven hours and sixteen minutes since she had last seen the back of his head as he walked away, his gait proud, her eyes moist, his fists clenched, her head hurting, his shirt crumpled, her hair billowing, he hesitating, she hoping, he trying not to turn, she willing him to look back one final time, his mind swirling with the thought that he could never go back if he did not turn around right then as she took out her phone, dialed, and collapsed in a heap, lifeless.

The sun descends behind a swirl of cumulus clouds. Mosquitoes make their way towards me. Their evening nibble. Mud droplets bounce off my shoes. Onto my bare calves.

I am irritated.

The dogs bark. A staccato. Then an almighty din. I speak to them. Softly. I slow down, nudging them towards the pavement.

He zips past. Between me and the dogs. A frenzy of bells and barking. I look up. Startled. Furious.

He rides on. Turns. About twelve. Fear writ large on his face. “I’m sorry! I’m really scared of dogs!”

I smile. What’s some mud on my calves?

The America-returned young man disembarked at the platform and surveyed the surroundings. The oppressive heat and dust stifled him. It was 1949. India was newly independent. And the young man had to repay the Government for funding his studies abroad. …

They tried every possible way to eliminate him. Exploding cigars. Infected scuba diving suits. Ballpoint pens with hypodermic syringes pre-loaded with poison. Mafia-style killing attempts. Poison pills. They failed each time. 638 times it is rumored. He was the man who refused to die on someone else’s terms. Because that…

It is said that no lady’s wardrobe can be considered complete without one of her creations. Even ninety-eight years after its launch, a bottle of her most famous fragrance is sold every 30 seconds. Coco Chanel did not only create fashion; she defined it forever.

Born into abject poverty and…

Dwarak Narasimhan

Blogging about life in general

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