Nomad's Diaries

Vasudeo is my father’s name. In a normal middle class Indian family of 70’s and 80’s me and my siblings grew up enjoying the freedom of call...

One of the best phases of life is when you have girlfriend, pocket-money, a two-wheeler and no responsibilities. Roaming around the streets ...

I was reading a story to my son and realized that I was reading this story after years. It is an interesting story which I am sure you would...

We were buying a bicycle for my daughter. As soon as we bought the bicycle, I clicked my daughter’s photo along with her bicycle………. I cou...

My morning was spoiled …. Well almost …. Whenever you deal with HR policies that tread on the dangerous territories of compensation, I alway...

I checked into the Guesthouse and instinctively inspected the room as per my checklist. I am not really fussy about the décor of the room wh...

The country of paradoxes …. where Mercs and bullock-carts co-exist on the road …. the feet of elders are still touched at home while calling...