His story

Mirrors reflect our lives, whom we once were and whom we have become, revealed as being apparent, if one were...

My evasiveness, referring to my adherence to one train of thought pertaining to your enquire whilst I remain less attentive....

I enjoy being surprised with meals at home. And I've recently been on a roll. For Ganeshotsav, there was Ukadiche...

If one were to translate one's thoughts into tears, their silent weepings, would another feel that one's emotions; the subtle...

My friend Prashantt Guptha, the Indian actor on the global stage of ‘Neerja’ and ‘The Tashkent Files’ fame, was a...

You, your scent, I must admit i do find it vaguely familiar, Have we met previously? Awe, the look within...

Navroze in 2003 found me in Dahanu, the hometown of the Zoroastrian Iranis, some grow lychees there and some chickoos,...

She oft-times whispered in ink; words falling silently onto a page, immortalized, after having been read. And I, gingerly sipping...

I remember she, swept away within the moment, arriving nonchalantly and rather calmly, disregarding the seriousness and the gravity of...