Akarsh JainA Grandma extraordinaire…The end, I am convinced, is always gloomy.May 16, 2020May 16, 2020
Akarsh JainOF CLOCK, LAUGHTER AND LEGS…He had moved out of the previous apartment when it had become impossible for him to touch anything in it without feeling her touch on his…Oct 12, 2018Oct 12, 2018
Akarsh JainOf Rats and Awakened Conscience…The room was reeking when he returned from the office, and the moment he unlatched the front door, the smell reached to him like a gust of…Oct 4, 2018Oct 4, 2018
Akarsh JainOf Motions and Emotions…His stomach rumbled the third time in what could not have been more than ten minutes, convincing him that he’d finally have to get up and…Sep 28, 2018Sep 28, 2018
Akarsh JainOf Sun and Sinus…The Sun played tricks like an unweaned child. Now sticking its face to the mother’s breast and then turning with a jerk towards its father…Sep 17, 2018Sep 17, 2018
Akarsh JainOf Shehnai and Love…His earliest memories of a Shehnai’s sound were from a mandap — a platform raised temporarily for marriages and around which couples vow…Sep 11, 2018Sep 11, 2018
Akarsh JainOf a girl and a bird…The girl. If one were to capture a panoramic view from where she stood and saw the birds go about in their daily chores, three-fourths of…Sep 8, 2018Sep 8, 2018
Akarsh JainOf Rain and Relief…He disheveled everything she had neatly stacked up. He was running late for the office, yet again, and now searched for his ID card…Sep 3, 2018Sep 3, 2018
Akarsh JainOf Music and Road Trip…Three urchins cladded in dust guarded the gates of the famous Rama Temple located atop one of the many hills that adorn the town of…Sep 1, 2018Sep 1, 2018