Your trash could be my treasure

By Adarsh Madhavan Bobby (*) pulled at his leash and headed into an unlit corner of the road near my home one night, recently. I usually jump, leap and somersault from one dark spot to another when taking my doggie out for a walk in the evenings/nighttimes. You never...

The two-worded therapy

By Adarsh Madhavan I was on a chit-chat-whining to a friend (she writes for us now)of mine who lives somewhere abroad and suddenly she scythed through the ‘crap’ and said hey I want you to check out an You Tube post, which I think is going to make a lot of difference...

Children of a lesser…?

By Adarsh Madhavan “We sleep afraid, we wake up afraid…” Sometime ago, a young boy from a war-torn country wrote on Facebook: “We sleep afraid, we wake up afraid, we leave our homes afraid…” I have been young too. I have been a boy too. I have slept scared too. But I...