A love letter to late-night storytelling and slightly irresponsible choices “You’re doing it again.” My wife stood at the door, arms folded like a part-time warden and full-time realist. “It’s 2 AM.” I looked up from my laptop and gave her a sheepish grin—the kind that used to work on teachers, and these days works … Continue reading When the Night Thinks I’m Worthy
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The Hazards of Junk Journaling
A Cautionary Tale from the Depths of My Bed There comes a time in every man’s life when he must confront his past. For some, it’s through old love letters. For others, it’s through embarrassing photos from the past. For me, it was a deep dive into the abyss beneath my bed… a Pandora’s Box … Continue reading The Hazards of Junk Journaling
Walk, Don’t Run—The Dogs Are Watching
Walking the Fine Line between Fitness and Foolishness When it comes to my morning walks, I don’t dabble in the conventional. Parks, jogging tracks, and treadmills? Pass. I’m a side-road connoisseur. Give me a narrow, potholed lane with a stray chicken or two over a smooth track any day. Who needs predictability when you can … Continue reading Walk, Don’t Run—The Dogs Are Watching
The Buzzing Negotiator
He came for blood, but stayed for the conversation Every evening, I light frankincense in a brass vessel, letting its earthy aroma drift through my home. It’s my peaceful little ritual, not just for the calming scent, but because it keeps the mosquitos at bay. Well, mostly. Last night, I’m mid-procession, wafting the fragrant smoke … Continue reading The Buzzing Negotiator
Why Every Living Being Deserves a Slice of Equality This New Year
A Delightful New Year’s Tale About Cake, Kindness, And Cosmic Balance As the final sunset of the year cast its golden glow, the ants, the world’s tiniest powerhouses, decided they’d had enough. Enough of being stomped, squished, and swept aside. They were done being ignored as life’s footnotes. On that final night of the year, … Continue reading Why Every Living Being Deserves a Slice of Equality This New Year
EATING LIKE A GIANT – (Memoir series – Story 31)
ACE THE RACE WITH GRACE Games and sports, oh man, they're like a rollercoaster of fun that leaves your stomach growling for more. You see, at home, it's all about hearty meals. Mummy whips up huge portions of everything. And she insists on announcing to the whole world that I'm the insatiable eating machine. To be honest, … Continue reading EATING LIKE A GIANT – (Memoir series – Story 31)
THE TWINKLE IN THE TEARS – (Memoir series – Story 21)
A BAD MONTH TO DIE It’s Christmas time. And I’m hating it.The whole village is cheerful. But I am not.Colourful decorations dangle outside the houses. And multi-coloured miniature lights twinkle from trees.But at Granny's house, there's only one star, and it's sad like me. And it hangs from the hook of the verandah’s ceiling with … Continue reading THE TWINKLE IN THE TEARS – (Memoir series – Story 21)
MY HEART WILL GO ON – (Memoir series – Story 20)
Didn’t get to say goodbye I'm so happy. Our house is full of guests. Uncles, aunts, cousins, and friends who I don't often get to meet. I enjoy the attention and love. And I feel special. Everyone is talking and catching up in the drawing room. Even though my room is small, I squeeze in … Continue reading MY HEART WILL GO ON – (Memoir series – Story 20)
THE SHADOW IS CAST – (Memoir series – Story 19)
Can you replace the irreplaceable? There is no one else in the room. As I walk into Mummy’s room, this is the first thought that comes to my mind. I don’t remember having Mummy all to myself in a room ever since she returned from the Hospital. Mummy is sitting up on the bed propped … Continue reading THE SHADOW IS CAST – (Memoir series – Story 19)
NOTHING FEELS THE SAME ANYMORE – (Memoir series – Story 16)
Everywhere I go, leads me to wherever I don’t want to go. Looking out the window is so nice. It's like a magical world right before my eyes! The last time I went on a train was when we left Calcutta for good and travelled to Ernakulam. It was such a memorable journey. Daddy says … Continue reading NOTHING FEELS THE SAME ANYMORE – (Memoir series – Story 16)
CAN BROKEN BISCUITS CURE BROKEN DREAMS? (Memoir series – Story 14)
A Journey of Longing Oh, how I ache for my Mummy!She's not here because she's very sick and needs special treatment at a hospital in a faraway place called Vellore. Daddy is also there, taking care of her. And my world has turned upside down. I had to say goodbye to my school in Ernakulam and … Continue reading CAN BROKEN BISCUITS CURE BROKEN DREAMS? (Memoir series – Story 14)
Candle in the wind
Will our stories survive beyond us? Arms wide open, I stand alone. I’m no hero. And I’m not made of stone. I stand here burning. Casting my warm glow upon the wrinkled skin of the frail old man.He is the lone inhabitant of this timeworn and run-down ancestral home. Now abandoned and forgotten.The old man is lying … Continue reading Candle in the wind
The Power of Silence: A Tale of Listening in a Noisy World
Noble Silence - Inner Peace – Peace on Earth Thousands of years ago, when the shadows danced and whispers echoed, and gods and demons roamed the earth, I was a mere mortal who dared to cross a line that no one had ever dared to before. When they were moving heaven and earth to set … Continue reading The Power of Silence: A Tale of Listening in a Noisy World
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