Autobiography of A Pen Key I was born in a pen factory. My name ‘Executive -Parker’ was tattooed on me. Though painful, I was happy to get a name. I was given a high gloss chrome finish and a blue refill. My little home —...
I’ll Never Eat Another Doughnut One evening at the club, I begged my mother for a third doughnut. She reminded me of the dinner on the way but I didn’t relent and insisted on eating the third one. Annoyed with my insistence, she warned me...
A Song That Means A Lot To Me Our music teacher strummed the notes on the guitar and I fell in love with the tune instantly. The song was mesmerizing and transported me to another world. He started singing the song — Country roads, take...
My Biggest Surprise The morning of 01 January 2009 gave me the biggest surprise I’ve ever had. That cold wintry morning showed me something I have only dreamt of seeing all my life. As we reached Manali on 31 December to celebrate the New Year,...
A Special Secret Place Sometimes, I want to be alone, to share my sorrows, my victories, my joys, and my losses with no one. It is momentary but is my moment of truth; something that I have enjoyed ever since I discovered my special secret...
The First Wedding I Ever Attended Weddings are always special and so much fun. The first wedding I attended was my Uncle’s wedding in Delhi. Our house was regally decorated with lights and flowers. While ladies played the drums, the children downed sweets, played hide...
Gone Fishing I celebrated my birthday party at the beautiful Rainbow Lake surrounded by ‘Weeping willows’. Four close friends were invited and we got down to packing the essentials. I packed the new fishing rod and the motorboat while daddy and mummy packed the mats,...
Mango Grove During the summer holidays, I, with my cousins, visited a mango grove near our house. We entered the grove, crawling beneath the fence, hiding ourselves from the gardener. The place looked very enticing and our mouths were watering. We Couldn’t wait to aim...
Sharing Is Caring Our Diwali was different this year as we decided to share the festive joys with children from an orphanage. In the evening, we dressed up in new clothes and picked up our little friends. The delight on their faces was writ all...
She Is Still My Friend Beautiful and brilliant, that’s what she was — my friend Sarah, at primary school. We always stayed together and shared all our sorrows and joys. One summer, when I rejoined school, I learnt that Sarah had moved to Russia with...
