Perhaps what I love the most about Mahabharata is the flawed nature of all its characters. Their grey features. Their … More
Dear me, It’s 6:40 in the clock right now. The sun sank long ago, it’s just one of those days. … More
Dearest luv, It’s 5:14am in Srinagar, and I sit on the front porch, facing the Dal Lake typing my love … More
Dearest luv, We bumped into a caravan of Marwadi folk singers yesterday. What was seeming like a fairly lethargic evening … More
Dearest luv, Temperatures have reduced by 10° here, thanks to the rain. But I was wrong about Ganga turning muddy … More
Dearest luv, My mornings begin before sunrise here. Simply because you just can’t afford to miss a sunrise in the … More
To all blessed souls to ask me for career advice 🙂
Me v/s My Vagina during
“that time of the month”
Topic: Development of India is only possible through youth
On women and temples in India
Between and beyond all levels macro and micro, we’ve surrendered to stereotypes without putting on too much struggle. Time for a second thought maybe?
I often offer the following analogy humbly so as to convey my sentiments accurately: if reading were an Olympic sport, you would currently be audience to an unassailable record holder. Inspired from Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, here is a tidbit on why should we read.
To bleed in verse, a satanic curse.
Eureka! A Haiku on How To Be Immortal
Here’s my spin on Robert Pinsky’s ‘A Samurai Song’
Revisiting Unpronounceable Felicity: A Song of Nostalgia
In the middle of this Insanity
In the middle of this rainstorm
I found my reality
I found a place called home.
To love the moon and its tidal whims
On what does it mean to be a woman, specifically in the sub-Indian context
From apathetic to pathetic: one of India’s many journeys
Serendipity is the Universe’s life force. and Love fills all the blanks in between.