Flutes always bring back my favorite memories. It all began a week before Christmas. I was at school and on my way to my music But sadly I didn't have an instrument to play like all the other kids because my family was poor. When I walked in with no instrument the teacher walked over to me and asked where my instrument was, I said I don't have one and she looked at me with a sad expression. She to...

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. I check my watch for the third time in 5 minutes. 2:53. Has it really only been two minutes? It feels like ten. I try to occupy myself with anything and everything - cooking, cleaning, watching TV, reading, even re-doing my hair. Nothing works. Time keeps passing too slow for my liking. I take my watch off. Pace. Pace some more. Glance at the watch. I finally give ...

The King Of LifeA Story by Sajeesh BhaskaranWe serve those who come to worship lord ayyappa; yes I am talking about the famous Sabarimala temple situated in God's Own Country, Kerala. We take goods and sometimes the pilgrims themselves on our fragile backs to the temple. But in return what do we get, very little food, beatings from our owner, and sympathizing look...

Nigeria, 1996. Its 2 AM. The little boy wakes up at the sound of gun fire. He doesn't get up yet. The shots have stopped. He listens hard. It starts again. He can hear shouting and screams too this time. He gets up and goes to the window. He can see the street. He sees men with machine guns and revolvers. He sees his neighbours on the ground. On their knees. A man is lying on the ground, surely de...