Does chaos breed creativity?
How meeting people you knew from your past is such a healing experience.
Which is your favorite season? Pulkit Singh tries to capture the autumn vibes. Does she succeed?
Pulkit Singh tries to find meaning in what she feels may be the end of the road for her.
We called it our aeroplane. The epithet was misplaced. It should have been rocket- equally temperamental and majestic. That was my father’s white ambassador- his first car. It looked massive to my six-year-old self. You could roll down the dark tinted windows, honk its horn, play hide and seek in it and if you were … Continue reading No Appetite For Seconds
Pulkit Singh dedicates this poem to her marriage of ten years.
Why go searching for Knights?
The teens and the twenties are the price we pay for the thirties.
Those evenings were a proof of a love that I have never known since...
All she wants is to travel. Why is that so hard?
The relentless march of the year ends with this.
The only way is forward. Yes?
The heart wants what it wants.
An uninspired life. And an empty night. What does one do?
Jigyansa Mohanty writes a beautiful short story about a girl whose father has died recently but who still have to go ahead with her marriage preparations. Will she be able to set aside her grief and fulfill her father's last wish. Read more to find out.
Some days life surprises us with the most beautiful gifts.
There is a shelf. Where her dreams go to die. Wrapped with expensive gift paper. Coated liberally with the colours of psycedelia. Death is nothing, if not beautiful, eh? There is a shelf. Browse along. There is that one peeking from behind the cascading 'string of pearls' the one where captured movement and memories in … Continue reading The Quiet
Pulkit Singh gets a reality check when her daughter calls billboards-the big TVs, the first time she sees them. Can living in small towns set you behind the times?