If you had one wish, what would it be?

Antonio couldn’t believe his eyes. After having dinner at a café that always felt just right, he was walking in its vicinity, reminiscing walks from a few years ago. He could recall the tiniest of details every time he was there. Where the rainwater puddles were deepest. Where the rustling of the trees was loudest.

That rare moment of feeling accepted

We are all born unique. And though in the beginning all we do is eat, cry and sleep, it is ironic that we are the most unique in our earliest years. There is no concept of society for a baby, and they know exactly what they want, and how to get it : just cry and […]

What Love means to me

Last year, I was telling a couple of friends in a cafe about a woman I’m deeply fond of, and how she had little idea about it. My friends thought I was stupid to hold onto this thought since the woman was seeing someone else. I said,

Who is the architect of your life?

You’re sitting in an exam, for which you moderately prepared. One by one, you trudge along answering the familiar sounding questions. Then suddenly, your pen stops. It’s a question you have never seen before. What do you do? One choice is to leave the question altogether. If you do attempt to answer, you can sneak […]

The uniqueness of Mumbai’s inconvenience

Right from the day I moved back here, I have incessantly moaned about how inconvenient Mumbai is to live. So when I went to Pune for the weekend on Christmas eve, the change was more than welcome. I luxuriated in greener pastures,

What school life used to be, and how growing up feels

2001: I am eleven years old, and something has just abruptly ended my dream. The first sound of the morning I hear is my mother’s.

Dear loneliness, long time no see? Just kidding

Dear loneliness, Long time, no see? Just kidding. We’ve known each other for quite a while now. By now you’d be well versed with details like my favorite song and the woman I secretly admire the most.

What happened to those dreams you always had?

Does it ever occur to you how merciless time is? We all have some unforgettable moments in life. If only that amazing weekend could last a little longer. If only they could perform one more song. If only

Showing Monday the finger

The end of last Sunday hit me like a train. Like how Voldemort probably felt when a Horcrux gets destroyed. Weekends are gifts we get at the end of every week. If you’ve played

Crowd: A typical weekday

As the sun rises quietly behind the clouds, I wake up with a long yawn, wishing in vain for a little more sleep. A barrage of noise hits me unpleasantly in the face as I open the window for some fresh air