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The following is an extract from I Am Ahmedabad, a collection of short stories ### How does life matter when it can last or be lost owing to the nature of a mere hanging flesh of one’s body? Surrounded by a berserk mob of 500 knife-brandishing men in the middle of an otherwise busy by lane of old Ahmedabad, he was crying inconsolably. And as the mob quickly moved away from him, it did not seem to matter...
The following is an extract from I Am Ahmedabad, a collection of short stories ### Ashwin and Ratna were both married for close to eight years. Though their kids were young, they were just old enough to allow the parents a bit more time than a few years ago. 36 year-old Ashwin was a self-employed person, with interest in IT-related consumer white goods. A masters degree holder, he was actually one of Ahmedabad’s...
The following is an extract from the chapter Reminiscence of the novel / screenplay adaptation Autumn Crocus ### Kim had never thought that someday someone would write something like that for her. Not someone like Brandon anyway. But he did. Life is such; no one knows who means what for whom. The two keep looking into each other’s eyes. Holding on to each other forever seems to be the only dream they have....
The following is an extract from Chapter 1: Jyotiben Thakkar of the novel The Shaking Minarets ### Jyotiben was busy doing her usual prayers in the front room. Usual because not only were the prayers usual but also was the simultaneous practice of listening her son and daughter-in-law berate her in the other room. It was hard to get what the two were talking. But she never had to trouble her ears much for things...
The following is an extract from I Am Ahmedabad, a collection of short stories ### And I am not even allowed to talk. What the hell, I don’t agree to any conditions. I want to talk. She looks at Akhil, who’s walking ahead, and then suddenly kicks him behind his right knee. An unsuspecting Akhil is completely thrown off-balance. His effort of holding on goes in vain and he falls down with a splash...
The following is an extract from I Am Ahmedabad, a collection of short stories ### The psychedelic lizard looked pretty much like a little rainbow amidst the blinding rains. Scampering indecisively about the branch in the beginning, it soon rushes towards the edge of the branch and leaps magnificently in the air. And as it stays air-borne for what seems an eternity, it looked as if the fleshy rain wouldn’t...
