“Myself, Happy Singh”

The bus reached the meeting point 15 minutes before the designated time. It was 8th March and a few Indian women in Kuwait had organized a full day picnic for ladies. A prominent public transport company of Kuwait had sponsored a majestic luxury bus for the picnic, along with the services of a driver. Deftly

Manglu’s Bicycle

A short story: Written in Urdu by Dr Waseem Siddiqi Translated into English by Dr Navniit Gandhi He knocked at the open door. From inside came a voice: ‘Is that you Manglu?’ Kripal Das came out and looked at Manglu with an amused expression. He then glanced at the watch and said: ‘You are never