The Glass Right Before Us
The Glass Right Before Us

A child is worried about school, a teenager is worried about college, a graduate is worried about getting a job, an office worker is worried about getting a promotion, a boss is worried about profits, parents are worried about their kids. My question is, in this endless cycle of worry, when are we actually going to live? Where are our moments of happiness? The spontaneous trips? Where is a joyful get together with no formalities? Where is a nice dinner date without worrying about time? Or where is the night under a sky full of stars? Where is life? Where am I?...

Second Step Towards Interpretation
Second Step Towards Interpretation

I can proudly say yes, I live; I live to love my work and I work to be in love with my existence. Even in my journey, my soul fuels me up. The only difference it makes is, it never ends; it enables me to take hold of my life. I am an individualist because I cannot work on collective thoughts. This makes me smile when I go to sleep. I do not have to live up to the expectation, which the society wants from me. I live for my work and set my own benchmarks. My passion and efforts are aligned in the direction that define me....

Store Full of Stories: #2 Three People, Four Plates
Store Full of Stories: #2 Three People, Four Plates

"She has gone. She really has gone. I checked everywhere; the hospital, the church, everywhere. I called every single colleague she ever had. All of her friends and our family friends, but none of them know about her whereabouts. What am I supposed to do? She is gone, but I'm the one lost. How do I console the kids? How do I even face them? What do I tell them? There has to be something. There has to be a link, through which I can find her."...

Xeno, The Human Connection
Xeno, The Human Connection

Perhaps, the most heart warming one would be ‘the love at first sight’, when your eyes clash into his, and ‘sparks fly’, how transient and yet sweet does it feel like, when you associate love only to sight? The most flattering would perhaps be, answering a question in the most eloquent way; and the teacher would pass the glance of being impressed, that you couldn't admire yourself any more than that as you would....

The Story of a Book
The Story of a Book

As a bibliophile, I support the claim that a kindle could never give the same feel that a book can. For a topic to write on, I admit that it was not the most original or creative topic, the debate on it has been going on since forever. I did a little research and came across a lot of articles stating the same thing. There was this great article which covered almost all aspects behind this discussion but it missed one. The emotional aspect....

First Step Towards Interpretation
First Step Towards Interpretation

Every night, a part of me raised a question, 'You call yourself a man of principles, but really, are you?' I never had an answer. Therefore, rather than deconstructing my life piece by piece I started to do things that made sense to started working as a teacher in an NGO. I thought if I will work honestly and with dedication, I will be of some use to the society. However, my work unfolded a chapter of my life that helped me interpret who I really was....

India of My Dreams
India of My Dreams

India of my dreams is a place where our women wouldn't feel threatened within the four walls of their own house. Stepping out of the house 'after hours' won't be as scary as it is anymore. The society needs to respect and regard the intelligence of our women and must give them equal rights to study, work and develop....