By Jafar Rehman
I was driving home the other evening after work. Slumped in my seat with some random radio channel on I stopped at a traffic signal. Ahead of me was this Maruti WagonR, a very famous Indian hatchback. My initial reaction was wow someone finally stopped at the signal. But in a few seconds, I could… Continue reading Traffic Signal
The constantly moving pixelated text bothered me more than ever. The train kept passing stations, wheels rolling on the familiar tracks. There were all sorts of warnings and instructions on the screen telling you to not carry your bag on the back to not crossing the yellow line. The text would keep flowing from right… Continue reading Neverending metro ride
Mr. Abbas runs a ittar (attar) shop and must be over the age of 70. His little shop is on this slope that takes you to a temple. Very close to public parking, the shop would have sunlight during noon. A small entry in to the shop will reveal a bench where at max 3… Continue reading Uncle and his radio
There is a guy who has a suitcase and a bunch of bananas in a plastic poly bag. I reckon he is traveling. My best guess would be he is going home for Raksha Bandhan, a Indian festival where sisters tie Rakhi (a thread) on their brother's wrists. The brother in return promises to protect… Continue reading Banana Guy
I found myself in the rapid metro of the Millenium City aka Gurgaon now known as Gurugram. It was 8:30 pm and the metro went through Golf Course Road. It is famous for hosting offices of some of the largest companies like Zomato, KIA, Amex and so on. Now the beauty about it at night… Continue reading Millenium City
A duck jumps into the Naini Lake, Nainital
You randomly decide to catch up with a friend at a bookstore which has a cafe that is known for chai. Well, no suspense there it is called Cha Bar and the bookstore goes by the name 'Oxford Bookstore'. This is in Connaught Place of New Delhi, India. So, I was in the metro today… Continue reading Cat Among The Pigeons
Un sardiyon ki raaton main Mere haath mai ek cigarette thi Aur tumhare haath mai chai ka cup Hum dono ek thele par baithe Andheri sunsaan raat mai Baate kar rahe the Kohre ke saath Hamare muh se dhuan nikal raha tha Us hisaab se toh Cigarette tum bhi pee rahi thi Maine haskar yeh… Continue reading Cigarette aur chai
I got into the metro and the guy ahead of me looks at his reflection and dances. Maybe that's what late nights do to you, they allow you to be more expressive. Anyway, I get myself a seat and the gate of the metro stays open so that more people can board it, it reminds… Continue reading Metro Ride #521
I came to the blog with the determination to write something and then I checked my last post. Guess what, it was on 20th of August, exactly a month ago. In that very post, I had mentioned about writing more frequently which I failed to do. A lot of reasons but let's not get into… Continue reading Tea Cup- Short story (hindi)
