Is there an afterlife? That can only be explained by people up above the sky having samosa and cutting chai in breezy summers.
In the era of nawabs, rajas, and maharajas, foods were tasted by the head khansama before it was served to the rajas. Maybe, the Swiggys and Zomatos of today are akin to the khansamas of the yesteryears.
Elections in India are akin to an extramarital affair turned ugly. They are like a pack of chips. Full of air and with a little substance on offer.
I always dodged attending marriages, college functions and trips, uncomfortable visits during my periods. We, women, have an unbound restrain not to enjoy rain during bloodshed. In my entire life till date, I never went on a date/or met someone special on my period days except one incident.
The ocean of imagination knows no bounds with Author Gaurav Sharma. He strikes again with a masterpiece that is a classic work of historical fiction. His second novel and first mythological fiction “God of the sullied” is a mishmash of Indian philosophy and history.