“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, …….it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,………” — — Opening lines from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens Dear…

Agree 100%. The words you brewed have evoked the Indianness in us which is immune to the breakaway from the thread of our identity as an Indian, no matter in which part of the globe we are. And Chai is one of the flavors in which we taste our inherent culture.

Been there done that and it doesn't rain only on the odd one out, it drains the essence of our identity. Being unique is a euphemistic way to dump every that is considered normal on the shoulders of the odd one out and push the person into the crowd to carry the weight of identity crisis.

You Get What You Give — You ranted the whole life, to prove me a sinister or bad omen The way you enjoyed the tears, those words cooked out, That one day by chance if you could have tasted them, You would have gone sinister for life from the bitter soup. If you had for once…

A Short Story Competition I Won — ‘Monsoons’, the word always brooks visions of fresh showers, misty air, lush green fields and forests, wet landscapes emanating fertility, and the quenching of parched summer earth. A season of rejuvenation and smiles with the much-awaited transcending earthly scent of petrichor. The season had no relevance to me as a…

What to do? Shun the relationship that cannot build trust. Break away from someone whose love may shatter you. Never let grief choke you, rip it apart with a smile. Do not yield to anyone’s selfishness, you don’t deserve them. Stop chanting — “Look what you made me do”. Move…

Expecting is Obligation — I have heard from my mom how disappointed my father and his family were when I was born as a girl, a dark one too. Ironically, it was his color I had inherited. Growing up, I saw the dark side of domesticity with physical, mental, and emotional abuse. It was…

Reflections Into Ink on a New Year’s Eve — As the sun sets to this year I sit here, chewing my perplexed quill Where do I even begin? With the menacing virus or the curing vaccines? With the lost souls or the lives survived? With the desperation of solitude or the assembled resolves? With the snatched smiles or the…

U have raged through these questions and found answers too............the journey towards is always tenacious and wrenching....but again always worth the destination.....