The man stood outside my home. He was a carpenter I’d called a few days back to repair my terrace door. “You didn’t come the day I called you,” I said, “The work was urgent, another carpenter did the job!” “That’s okay,” said the carpenter. “Aren’t you feeling bad you…
Do You Have a ‘Niagara Syndrome’?
Suicide and an Anchor..!
As I read about the suicide of Café Coffee Day’s Siddhartha I realized that slowly but surely, suicides in the country were moving out of the agrarian domain and into other streams, as a deep frustration starts settling over people with falling businesses, falling marks, and failing marriages! I would…