“Saar…coffee.”  Susie’s steamy whisper hung over the wisps of instant coffee as she poured me a cup of the piping concoction. It was a chilly morning and she was arched precariously over my table, her rather large pair of cute cherry blossoms (cheeks, I hasten to add, in case you thought otherwise) oozing enough warmth to cook the cockles of my...

Hope you all had some great New Year celebrations and are back to work after the elaborate bang and bangings. Just to keep the spirits high and to Foster’s foster a sense of well being in these times of bitter cold, here’s something that I’d like to share with you. These are a few of my new year resolutions which I am sure wouldn’t stand the test...

Madho Singh had made a fortune by selling his agricultural land to Highmax Builders at the height of the realty boom. He had inherited the land from his father, who was a peasant. Earlier, he worked (or at least, pretended to work) as a clerk in some obscure government office. With the money, he bought a large farmhouse, quit his job and proclaimed himself to be a property...