by trilok31 | Jul 17, 2026
When Manu came into my life again, I was not the person I later became. I did not ride a scooter. I did not ride a motorcycle. I did not drive a car. In many ways, I was standing still — not only on roads, but inside life too. Our first journeys were by bus. There was...
by trilok31 | Jul 17, 2026
There was one sentence Manu said that still walks with me: “Trilok, life is in today.” She did not say it like a slogan. She lived it. For Manu, life was not something to be kept safely in a cupboard for some perfect future day. She believed in doing things with the...
by trilok31 | Jul 17, 2026
Some beginnings do not announce themselves. They do not arrive with music. They do not come with dramatic signs. They enter quietly, through an ordinary afternoon, a familiar home, a simple conversation, or a dish served with care. For us, one such beginning came with...
by trilok31 | Jul 17, 2026
There was a guava tree in front of our house in Nahan. It was not a very big thing in the world, but in childhood, such things become kingdoms. A tree becomes a secret place. A fruit becomes a prize. A small mischief becomes a story that waits quietly for years before...