Switch off, for a while! From the world Of phones, Netflix or Amazon Prime, or all such things You call life. Switch off, for a while! From what you think is important. Those stories, status updates and tweets Because they are nothing, but futile! Switch off, for a while! From…
Mental health is pivotal to our overall wellbeing. Lately, a lot of celebrities and influencers have dared to come out in the open and spoken about mental health. I was surprised to see that the society still doesn’t feel ok about voicing out their personal suffering. Feeling lonely, depressed or…
He told me a secret once, to never keep a secret. He warned me, to never unravel, reveal or share, his and ours secret. I never did understand him then, I do not understand him now either. What is a secret? A dream locked in a box or a rejection…
She wriggled at his touch the same touch, that once ignited fire inside her… Now, burnt her very being. He was the same man or wasn’t he?
It all began 6.5 years back when I got married to a Dombivlikar and was uprooted from my “Dilli” and “dil.” 2nd January 2011 was the first time I stepped into this city called “Dombivli.” It was the time when my knowledge of Dombivli was restricted to a TV series called Pavitra…
रंग हैं रंगों की बहार नहीं… फूल हैं फूलों की महक नहीं … शब्द हैं शब्दों की आवाज़ नहीं… अक्स है अक्स की पहचान नहीं … साथ हैं साथ होने का एहसास नहीं .. तुम हो मैं हूँ हमारा प्यार नहीं …
It all started on a Mumbai local. When a flustered woman had the ‘usual’ start to her ‘usual’ day. However, the ones travelling on Mumbai local are highly accustomed to daily rants or tiffs in the ladies compartment. But, this one somehow made the way straight to my heart and…
Living in Mumbai for the past few years you internalise the presence of monsoons that last for months. But there is one thing that it has taught me and I have tried to use it as much as possible – The Culture of Umbrellas. If you have been to the…
Do you know the feeling you get when you eat a strawberry candy filled with strawberry juice? The way it fills your senses, the moment it bursts, and then melts, leaving your taste buds tangy and the tongue- ‘reddish or dark pink’. The way it fills your senses, the moment…
With a push of your hand, you want me to follow you. Because you think, “I should” Without any qualms or debate Without raising any doubts. I will follow you on the promises of a brighter morrow. Not for the social rules that are rigid and hollow. With a disgruntled…
