A little girl in pigtails running through a thousand Tori Gates. A mouthful of Vodka and Tonic as smoke, jazz and euphoria fill my lungs....

I’ve been feeling jaded. ironic, since the year’s literally just 5 days in but it is what it is. J-a-d-e, rhymes with f-a-d-e. funny it...

Adulting is hard. Harder than I ever thought! That's because the decisions are always in your hand, and I bet four out of five times,...

“ When this letter finds me next , I will be gone. I have waited in fortitude, through the sands of seasons and the beats of the clock to...

Today was one of those days I felt like I was waking up on Christmas morning, running into the living room and getting kicked in the guts...

Inside is a real life rendition of four women who share(d) a room, and a life in a paying guest accommodation in the suburbs of Mumbai...

The Mumbai skies unexpectedly turn a murky grey, amidst the summer season, and I'm reminded of a similar stormy skies that chanced upon...

“So you're always honest," I said. "Aren't you?" "No," I told him. "I'm not." "Well, that's good to know, I guess." "I'm not saying I'm a...

Taking a leaf out of Gatsby’s book.. Cabbie bhaiyya had a cool suave ‘table fan’ that kept him ‘chill’ during summers, he said.He cranked...

This morning I wake up to crumbly tufts of peeling pink paint tumbling from the walls of my flat  , falling like frosting on a quiche on...

I am writing something that’s not a mail , a concept, an NDA or a powerpoint- something that’s originally mine exactly after 2 years , 7...

The marina is shiatsu to the jittery cognizance.. The sun dips  low and the powdery  blue of the beyond blushes a bleed of crimson  , in...

HE SAID When the wrung out hands of the clock chime 4 PM at Telly TV – a television station that churned out soaps for the weepy hearted...

The air was piquant with the spoor of culmination as December flipped into place in my almanac. December however, besought to contrast....

A wise man once quoted that home is sometimes not a place but a person.  When I think of home I can see a gaudy pinwheel that whirs...