Pulkit Singh tries to find meaning in what she feels may be the end of the road for her.
Pulkit Singh dedicates this poem to her marriage of ten years.
Mahendra Rathod pens this humourous piece about friendship, bachelor days and a married makeover.
Those evenings were a proof of a love that I have never known since...
Nikita Banerjee takes us on a culinary trip as she remembers her grandmothers and the food from her childhood.
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
What is your shade of being? Dekohled delves into the hues that make up a personality. What does she find?
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 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.
Do you know two Pulkits?