Al couldn't spot one free seat in the whole pub garden. It was Friday afternoon on a lovely July day. With the bank holiday weekend, it felt like Christmas but with better weather and less stress.      'So, it's going to be like Meet the Parents?' Kevin asked.      Al thought...

बचपन के सुखी दिन , जो कभी नहीं लौटेंगे ! क्या कभी कोई उसकी स्मृतियाँ भुला सकता है ? उसके बारे में सोचते ही मेरा मन आज भी उल्लसित हो उठता है, आत्मा में एक नूतन ऊंचाई का अनुभव होने लगता है।  याद आता है , किस तरह दिन भर की उछल -कूद बाद हम चाय की मेज के इर्द - गिर्द बैठ जाते थे।  काफी देर हो चुकी...

'Court rise.' Judge George Witnesham entered the court. Shrouded in red and topped with a slightly tatty wig, he's one of the most senior judges here. For senior, read old. Cadaver-like. But no less sharp for that. Not one of the dodderers the media like to tell you run our justice system. Of course, I'm part of...

He'd slept out of his covers again and woken up cold. The room was only just coming round and the old man was always up first, naked and sleepy and thin. Numb vibrations built into an even roll of whooshes and sweeps. Yesterday's air sucked out, tidied and smoothed for re-use. Then came the brightness. Soft pale washing...