Dhaleta Surender Kumar

–२७ मार्च २००३ न जाने कौन किस आह पर हाथ थाम बैठे बस इसी आस में कराह रहे हैं। कितने मौसम बीत गए इस लवण में तरते तरते न जाने किस बरसी बूँद से मोती बन बैठें बस इसी प्यास में बहे जा रहे हैं।...

(Translated and adapted from a Pahari (Himachali) folk song) On a warm sunny day I hate work in the bow’ry And say, O father mine Do give away my dowry. I know not the art of winnow And idle my time in the bow’ry Ay!...

Dear Sis and Sir, It seems like a dream, a nightmare that’s got over. And unfortunately you both were a part of it. Hmmmm…. before you come to any conclusions let me clarify. I dragged you both in the nightmare and Thanks for coming, and...

Dear Ma’am, I’d read most of your ramblings on “Women” on your blog. These past few days have been a realisation that the biggest enemy of a woman is a woman and not a man (as it is said). Some time back I’d read that...

The silence of the mountains veils mysteries that would fascinate humans till eternity. And for someone living in the shadows of these mighty mountains fascination generally turns into humble submission to the supernatural. There is little option but to believe in the myths and taboos...

Accident ho gaya Raba Raba!!! Thank God! Permanent nahin hua! In the past two three months, I’ve had more than 7 – 8 accidents and four of them in the past two weeks itself. It’s not that I’ve not been concentrating while driving. Rather may...

I had always wondered how rumors spread and how myths originate. From word of mouth… obviously. Then with the Internet age, it spreads even much faster, without any cross-checking. With easy access to knowledge, it is much easier to check the copyright issues. Anyways, copyright...