Is There a Real You?

A Historyonroad Story I have been walking the lanes of Pune since sunrise, and somewhere between the old Peshwa quarters and the quiet ghats of the Mula Mutha river, a question settled into my chest and refused to leave. My…
The Story Behind the Story
The Story Behind the Story

A Historyonroad Story I have been walking the lanes of Pune since sunrise, and somewhere between the old Peshwa quarters and the quiet ghats of the Mula Mutha river, a question settled into my chest and refused to leave. My…

A HistoryOnRoad Fiction The evening sky over Pune had turned the colour of weak tea when the signal near FC Road broke down for the third time that month. Horns rose like an angry choir. Two wheelers climbed onto the…