As you read this, I will be on my way to Pune for the funeral of my friend. A friend for over thirty-five years of my life. Even as I write this, I hear his baritone voice cracking a joke, and chuckling even before I did, “You laugh at your…
Laughter, Pain and Death..!
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…