The Silent Lover

It is a wet morning in Kolkata with children and office goers waiting for buses, ducking under any shelter that they can find. It is very interesting to note this scene as children often have funny little umbrellas which is more a hindrance than a help. Office goers display funnier characteristics and can mostly be found bickering at the wet weather and how messy the roads have become. The city is full of little potholes that crop up every now and then on the main roads. It displays its true colours during the rainy season when water accumulates in these makeshift bowls and is splashed on the pedestrians every time a vehicle passes. Waiting for buses is often a pain as often these bus stops are overcrowded and boarding them is a task in itself. To add to it the waterlogged streets are not something that one can look forward to. For children it is fun as it meant getting dirty and sometimes it meant bunking school also. Office goers do not have this liberty and are left at the mercy of the rain god.

The Crash

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he voice from the overhead loudspeaker said calmly “Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent please make sure your seat belt is securely fastened. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. Thank you.”

Santa, can I meet you?

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aughty or Nice? This is the question that keeps bothering millions of children every year on Christmas Eve. After all it’s the big fat old man in the trademark red dress that is rumoured to give away presents jumping through the chimneys (don’t worry he has other means to deliver those presents to houses that do not have a chimney). More than the presents the children care about a list that Santa prepares categorizing every child in Naughty or Nice based on his/her conduct the whole year. This keeps the children on their toes as they try to be at their best lest they land in the Naughty list and be denied of the much cherished presents.