"Every house has a story, a character, a memory and a soul." Of dreamy windows and gardens As I sit down to write on this topic, I feel overwhelmed with ideas, memories and experiences, and I don't know where or how to start... How to order my ideas, sequence my stories and imbue coherence in my writing at the same time. Maybe this time I shouldn't do that; I shouldn't follow a rule, and I should keep writing as they flow and let them make their own spaces as they wish... A h

Notes, laptop & tea "The things I couldn't write" For almost eight months, I couldn't write anything...Anything means nothing---- absolutely nothing. The journey from the pen to the paper, from my hands to the keyboard, seemed endless, as if the road was lost, or maybe I lost it. I had no idea how or where to go -- stuck in the middle of nowhere. My hands ached, my head throbbed as though an invisible hand were tightening its grip around my skull, my feet felt heavy and tired

The jamun tree Beneath that jamun tree our story began in the backyard of your house, listening to your endless stories while busy narrating my own ones, in those shared moments of innocence and laughter, waiting for the bell to ring to measure our way back home, weighed down with school bags yet with a host of unforgettable secrets inside our lunch boxes and sharpeners. Unkempt and unbothered, our story walked through lanes of months and years, through quarrels and cajoling,

"The echoes of the lost history, the enigma of magnificent fortresses, rises against the amber-washed sky; the hush of the unheard footsteps, guards the secret tales, kept close by..." View of the city from Hawa Mahal, Jaipur In October, when autumn had just set in, when the leaves had found their way to rebirth, I visited Jaipur and had the pleasure of exploring its rich culture, vibrant food scene, royal architecture, and timeless history. During my Jaipur trip, I had the c

The art of letting go: Letting go of what we treasured, of what we once believed would always belong to us.

Longing of a paper The longing of a paper for the words to glide, like a magical incantation on its bare facade, must slide. Its...

Letters in envelopes I never thought you would change... But I was wrong. Last September's meeting with you will always remain etched in...

LOVE "Pyaar ka chautha kona" The last angle of the word ' love' The last angle, the last letter in the square of LOVE always goes silent...

The adventures of a mobile man: the new Superman in town!!! The superman at work on his laptop Mr. A's day typically starts with yoga, a...

Kolkata diaries-1 It has been nearly six years, I reflected—yes, almost six years, or maybe even more. The thought crossed my mind as a...

She Cradled and cuddled in the arms of her doting mother, she grew up listening to stories of far-off lands from her grandmother. As her...

That gifted book That gifted book: the one that I gifted you on that fateful day- the day we met for the first time, when you stood by...

My loving Baba, As I write this letter, I know you are somewhere near me, reading my words...It's been over two months, and I am still...

Cusped arch window Nestled within the gentle embrace of the Aravalli hills, where the air is infused with the enchanting fragrance of...

The painted moon from the terrace That night, when the palace was asleep, and my eyes refused to rest in the absence of your presence,...

The Valentine's Letter- Chapter 1 His eyes were looking around for someone until he spotted her at one corner of the room. She was buried...

Diary Entry My adorable D, Meeting you after a long pause...was caught up with life and much more. Didn't have the time to sit and...

By the seaside I was there, waiting for you lost in the turbid water of the animated sea as it made its way through those triangular...

Dilli Haat "that small woolen doll, happy sitting with the knick-knacks, those earthen wares and trinkets, kashmiri shawls, phulkari, and...

As thou sprinkle the colors of thy love on my wandering essence: all over my inner and outer self, the warmth of thy closeness awaken my...