They stood at the opposite ends of the courtyard, but both those rooms were restricted for everyone except my grandmother. One was her beloved temple- we weren't allowed to as much touch the latch. The other was the best-kept state secret. Undoubtedly, our only agenda for our summer vacations was to get a sneak peek … Continue reading Skeletons In Closets
Category: Personal History
This space has been lying dormant for a bit. It has gone through a few makeovers- from being a personal dashboard to inviting other writers to splash their ideas here to being my portfolio. I am irrevocably ensconced in this year and what better way to establish that fact than starting something of a writing … Continue reading Promises. Promises.
On Harder Battles & Courage
No Appetite For Seconds
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
Atlas Of A Marriage
Pulkit Singh dedicates this poem to her marriage of ten years.
A Fragrant Surprise
Mahendra Rathod pens this humourous piece about friendship, bachelor days and a married makeover.
The teens and the twenties are the price we pay for the thirties.
Echoes In My Freezer
Those evenings were a proof of a love that I have never known since...
Nostalgia Smells Like…
Nikita Banerjee takes us on a culinary trip as she remembers her grandmothers and the food from her childhood.
All she wants is to travel. Why is that so hard?
The only way is forward. Yes?
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
The Book of Colours
What is your shade of being? Dekohled delves into the hues that make up a personality. What does she find?
Mahatma in Finland
A young man leaves the Indian shores on his maiden foreign trip. What does he learn? A lot it seems. Mahendra Rathod reminisces about that trip he made many years ago.
Ghost89er spins a poem in appreciation for that one person who was the constant in his life like the 'ayat'- when all the chaos that the universe could muster was encapsulated in him.
To the City
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?
In Their Eyes
So Much Said Without Saying A Word
Serving… A plateful of fun and hostel memories
The Thug Life moment of a lifelong upright girl
A Dummies Guide to – Fear
How To Use Fauji(army) logic In Real Life Situations.
Between The Pages Of a Book…
Why I will die next to a pile of books.