"Please do attend my daughter's wedding," said the nearly six feet, fair and gentlemanly Ramakrishna formally, in his soft voice. He got up from the Sofa and handed me the wedding invitation card. He was my close relative and a more intimate friend. He had mentored me many times on business matters. "Sure, Ramkrishna," I said. … Continue reading Change your Outlook.
“Mohan, I am pregnant," Mamatha said just as a plane took off from the tarmac. I was in the STD booth of Bangalore airport sometime during the first week of April 1991 having just returned from New Delhi. It took half a minute for the noise of the take off to recede and gave me … Continue reading God is but a Weaver