
Arvind Iyer
blogs from Bangalore


It just seems like yesterday that I was dancing on the streets with friends & fellow Indians, the national flag wrapped around my shoulder, face paint dripping down to my throat from all the screaming & dancing. We had won the World Cup. We were the World Champions. I remember every match so clearly...
Posted on 4 January 2013 | 2:53 pm
Read postAs she cut the heart-shaped cake placed on the table, their eyes lit up. The youngest of the lot, also the most shy, turned her tiny little face to glance at the cake and the towering grownups who had decided to pay her and her friends a visit. They didn't have visitors often. They had a routine. Wa...
Posted on 13 August 2010 | 11:34 pm
Read postShe walked in, hair swaying in the wind, eyes glancing across the half crowded coffee shop, with a bunch of red roses gripped tightly in her hands. A cat whistle shrilled from across the table where she rested her grip on the flowers. A couple of gawky teenagers couldn't hide their excitement and le...
Posted on 14 July 2010 | 2:38 pm
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