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
What is your shade of being? Dekohled delves into the hues that make up a personality. What does she find?
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.
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?
The world made me who I am.
So Much Said Without Saying A Word
The Thug Life moment of a lifelong upright girl
How To Use Fauji(army) logic In Real Life Situations.
Why I will die next to a pile of books.
What was the whole purpose of vacations?
The heady cocktail that is youth, road trips and death wishes.
Do you know two Pulkits?
Because no great story ever started with a salad.
A million ways to coming home. Or one.
From apna Bollywood to unka sangeet
Why my passport hates me