Sometimes, what you love doesn't love you back.   I loved bicycles. I loved their mechanics, their physics, and their inexpensive…

Conversations with strangers never fail to entertain me, and New York City has provided me with more than enough strangers…

Muzzle on my head when I'm waking up,  Still, my friends ask, “Hey, what's up?"  Drowning down my soul in a…

Chotu did not dream about stars, but cycles, vanishing into his verdant village.   The problem was that Papa would not agree…

Year 1963, little place called Thumba Roads not so straight with potholes in between. Still, a cycle marching on the street The same route…

Wishing all breezes could sing me comforting rhymes Still furled up in the bed thread Wishing to be swirled up by some…

The moon’s light shone brightly on my face while I enjoyed my nighttime cup of coffee, trying to keep out…

i’m not here to tell a big story or epiphany  i’m not even here  (i’m in the wind,  in the hinterlands,  on the road,  i’m in a time where…

Ted opened the heavy wooden door of The Horseshoes Pub, instantly aware of the noise and chatter filling it. He…

Even today, I reminisce about the times when I was a frequent bike rider in the village. I wore loose…