THE QUALMS OF QUARANTINE

Samuel Beckett in his play ‘Waiting for Godot’ (1953) talks about two aged and peculiar men waiting for a man named, well, Godot. Set in an isolated barren land, presenting an obscured image, with nothing but a drying leafless tree in sight, the play is a representative of the post-world-war dilemma and hopelessness. The two…

JUST WONDERING!

Today morning my father wished me a happy Fool’s day. I let out a giggle and forgot to wish him the same. When the call ended, I thought that it was quite decent of me to not have wished him a happy Fool’s day, as it was not a day supposed to be wished to…