The Looking Glass By Meenakshi Chatterjee (2000B5A3) Mirabilis lives alone. Deserted by her husband, left by her ambitious son and with a senile mother in an asylum, she lives with memories, in a society that has no family unity. Her dignity is her last reserve of strength. She would have passed her days, sitting in a bench in Manakim Park, chatting about inconsequential things with Mrs. Johnson, had she not bought the Looking Glass. But what did she see in it? More
	Lost ... In every which way By Anuradha Gupta (1986A6) This October in Delhi on my way to Faridabad, Looking for directions in the dark, I who had progressed from buses to cars with drivers at that… We knew we were lost! More
	A Month of Bhavan's night By Dileepan Narayanan (2000A4) The ruling hands of BITS, Pilani have said a firm 'no' to Bhawans’ Nights. But, does thenewer bunch know what it feels like to celebrate a Bhawan’s night? I recount, without tempering for the sake of political correctness, the naive pride of then: how it felt to celebrate a Bhawan’s night -- the contagious Bhawan enthu and the vicious Bhawan spirit -- when the Bhawan was the first yearite’s home and there was little beyond. More (c) Copyright 2005 BITSAA International Inc. Webmaster | Website by jPeople