Peoples of a different world

By: Anand Krishna

Not too long ago, I faced a situation, when for the first time I realized that to some people love and loins are inseparable. To them, love making is the only possible expression of love. They cannot think of love as anything else other than the meeting of human genitals.

I have this habit of signing my books “with love” – always.  Having done that for more than a decade, I faced a situation when even that line was being questioned. Thus, I was being projected as the perfect blend of Caligula and Casanova.

Why do I sign my books “with love”?

A Word in My Head

There is a word that I need to find out about its meaning. I have been knowing the word but without knowing its meaning. I have never thought about it before. However, lately the word keeps on my mind and seems asking me to try knowing further more.

I usually say this word whenever I call a customer care of banks where I have an account.  since they will always ask question about your mother’s name before she is married. Yes, the word is my mother’s name.