O Doc, our Doc!

O Doc, our Doc!

By Adarsh Madhavan I used to have a column called ‘Citylights’ in Oman’s most popular English daily, Times of Oman, where I had worked as a reporter. Citylights focussed on snippets of ‘infotainment’ that never made it to being “news” and was often discarded by the...
Like mother, like daughter

Like mother, like daughter

By Priya Arunkumar Dark brown leather sandals. With a shiny gold leaf on it. I used to wait until she removed it and would run to wear them. Oversized, but slick and simple, most importantly warm, soft, after she wore it. Most of the times, I used to trip and fall...
Kohlrabi is my new broccoli

Kohlrabi is my new broccoli

By Siegrun Samira Rengert Recently I was looking for low carb vegetables and remembered one of my childhood favourites – Kohlrabi. First of all, we would eat it fresh as part of our school lunches or my Mum would sauté it in butter with fresh herbs as a side dish....
Better to lose an arm, than a leg?

Better to lose an arm, than a leg?

By Priya Arunkumar The year could be 1984 or 1985.Face was crunched up in agony and confusion, yet, he still managed a weak smile and calmly stated, “try to give my right arm back doctor, whatever it takes”.“Wrist to elbow is literally mince-meat, multiple fractures,...
This too, shall, pass

This too, shall, pass

FIRST DRAFT – By Adarsh Madhavan When your sun gets stolen and your whole world darkens; when the one you loved left you broken; when your precious world slips, crashes and shatters, then what good are words that tell you not to break down, not to be wounded by the...
Chicken talk for the soul

Chicken talk for the soul

By Adarsh Madhavan The pouring rain drove me to a half-shut chicken stall. There was that stench in the air that most live chicken stalls have and I pressed my face mask closer to my nose and watched the wretched rain causing rivulets on the messy road.There was an...
Tentative listening

Tentative listening

By Hatim Harith Al Abdissalaam It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, where the birds were settling in preparation for sunset. I was sleeping on my grandmother’s lap and she was rubbing my head and smiling, she said: Son, do you know how important it is for a human being...