Bombay to Nagpur

The thing about Mumbai is that if you go ten yards, you find all of the human existence exposed. It is an incredible carnival of life, there is a certain pace to it. There is a high-energy social life and the thrill of an exhilarating professional life. In Mumbai, the sea is calm but the…

The Pursuit of Solace

Be it in professional or personal life, we all come across situations where we get defeated. Situations where we lose something or someone that we hold close to our hearts. Dreams, ambitions, all of it seems to vanish in a split second. What happens next? What do we do next? Do we even survive the…

The Game We Call Love

On hearing the bell ring, she sprang up. She realised that she had been asleep for quite some time now. The cheap vodka had done its job. It had put her off to sleep, ensuring she could silence the million restless voices in her head. So far, the morning had been terrible and as she…

Reminiscent

Fading motifs on the wall are a reminder of time passing by. Signs that suddenly strike us and take us back to the days of old.

Growing Old

Winters make him cover himself more,
summers make him parched often.
He focuses on not slipping in the rains,
rather than enjoying, he is filled with caution.

Beckoning Reality

You are ruining your present thinking about the absurd possibilities of the future. There is magic in every move you make and every breath you take but it works only if you let it.

The Little Pink Diary

The little pink diary was inked with the scribbled stories of people she met, experiences she had, things she learned. She wrote like never before, her scribbles were like inspiring stories. The little diary was the answer to “I don’t know what to do in life”.

Forsaken Memory!

After an inordinate length of time, he finally decided to glance through her suicide note!

Years back, that day, nobody was aware when she started choking. The aroma was tender. It felt like every object in the room tried shouting at her to not to kill herself including that little diamond earring lying on the bed, which he gifted her on her birthday.

O Harriet

An artist whose creative thirst you quenched with the quivering lips of passion,

Whose gory bits of soul lay splattered across the canvas of feelings

The Winner, Who Lost

Yes, it is necessary to work hard to achieve goals but you need your people to celebrate those achieved goals, money can buy a lot of things but not the smile which your dear ones have when you achieve your goals.

Lost, To Be Found

And there in the crowd, their eyes met. Anya felt an instant connect. She found a sudden calm in the storm. He looked serene, but lost in the crowd, just like her. The look in his eyes said so much.