It was just another hot & humid July afternoon in Delhi. The whirr of water cooler filled the room. Having spent much of the afternoon in a dirty, unclean government office at Tis Hazari, Neelam and I were catching a breath at home. That’s when we got into this conversation about what love is.
After answering questions, I collected my books, rubbed the board, and got out of the class. I found Neelam waiting outside for me. I had invited her to attend one of my classes and provide feedback on my teaching.
The smell of old wood, hum of turning pages, and clock ticks make Stephen’s library a place of charm. Dead professors peek from their pictures on the wall, keeping a perpetual academic watch. But I don’t sit in the main hall. I am allowed use of an adjacent room meant for faculty members. There is […]
For months I struggled, trying to get these conversations going; but this blog was not to take birth without a hint of divine intervention. Determined yet again, I sat down in Stephen’s library, suffering the travails of childbirth. Usually it stays occupied with people, but today I sit alone. As I engross myself in my […]