‘The Portrait of a Lady’ by Khushwant Singh
My grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman. She had been old and wrinkled for the twenty years that I had known her. People said that she had once…
Read MoreMy grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman. She had been old and wrinkled for the twenty years that I had known her. People said that she had once…
Read MoreIntroduction Once upon a time there was a boy called Shravan-kumar who travelled with a bamboo sling on his shoulders. On either side of this sling were two baskets….
Read MoreIt’s been many years since Sher Singh, of village Solti, came to my rescue. At the time I was living right at the top of the Landour hill, in a…
Read More