Hmmm...

​Laying in my grave it was more than a week, waiting for Yama to take me and Chitragupta to decide on my fate of going to heaven or hell. The wait for final interview was killing me from inside. I was nervous, anxious, I was preparing, rehearsing my answers and anticipating questions likely to be asked.... Will he ask me the questions as asked in all the interviews, "Tell me something about yourself"? C'mon Anoop, he is God and has all your details. Are they like our HR managers who are not prepared for taking interviews. I answered to myself....Then what could he ask or will he just give me possession letter of flat in Heaven? I was sure I will go to heaven, I was also getting worried, it was so long and why they have not yet come. Did his vehicle break down in between or was there a traffic jam!!  In movies I have seen him coming immediately...Then a thought suddenly made me worry...has he forgotten me? Will I be roaming around the earth as a ghost? Has m...

Sundi was born and brought up on the beautiful hills of western Ghats. His parents owned a few acres of land. The land had the cultivation of coffee, pepper and mixed crop. All the needs of the family was met and they were very comfortable. They lived in a small two bedroom house which was enough for the family of four. The house used to be on top of the hill, painted in bright colors and a small pathway connecting to the road...House was surrounded by coffee plantation. The crawling of snakes and other animals were not new to them. There was no other house for another half a kilometer and it looked like a photograph out of the calendar. Sundi and his sister used to walk to the school which was around 2 km away from his house and on the way, his friends used to join them. For them, going to school was an experience in itself. All the friends walking together, sometimes throwing a stone into the lake or sometimes aiming on the mangoes.  They tried plucking a jackfruit from...