I watched the rows and rows of chappals left by devotees outside the Hindu temple and wondered if the homeless boys who sometimes steal our chickens ever steal them, and if they do, are they punished, and if so by whom?

I wash the clothes, rinse them and then scrub them again. Will that square little box do that? I am not using any fancy machines when my hands will do.

What wouldn’t my people give for a few bites of the biryani she ordered me to throw away yesterday because she said it smelt?

What use is status if you have no one to share it with, Dad?