My Experiments with Brahmcharya – An Exercise in Narcissism

Not everyone slept with the Great Soul with their express consent. The wife of his nephew was told to go near him and help out with his experiments. She was sixteen, recently married and disinclined to take off her clothes in the company of the revered septuagenarian. She was nudged to oblige on the pretext…

An Innocuous Question in the Age of Wokism

I was walking inside a park, when I ran into an old acquaintance. She was walking her baby in a pram. They live in Montreal, and were in Kota to attend a family function. We exchanged pleasantries and made casual small talk.  The baby, hardly a year old, screamed for attention. “ We’re just moving,…