After crossing paths with death, I’ve come to realize that there is no rhyme and reason attached to your good karma with sudden tragic events — I am a morning person. Everything that drives my motivation and energy happens in the morning. Just like that day, when I got up early around 6 am, to find myself wheezing out of chest congestion. I have strong lungs, not because I run a marathon, but because I don’t…

How the label haunted my adult life I am sitting on the last bench, literally, on the alleyway side. Fidgeting with my half-eaten pencil, I impersonate being normal. The tide of anxiety is raising its head like an untamed cobra in the jungle. The signboard above the door reads, Class-V|B…

Observing people pass by fuels me with curiosity and compassion I was always taught to mind my business and keep my vision blindsided. They said it’s a sign of a refined, well-behaved girl. She keeps her eyes pinned to the ground. Mostly like the Mule with blinders, I kept my…

Try accepting it as your incorrigible shadow — Suddenly you blink and realize that life has staggeringly changed. I have witnessed this impromptu gush quite often. Life suddenly flips, and I realize that it wasn’t quite what I wanted. Sounds familiar? Come I’ll walk you through the journey of grief, like a travel guide manoeuvre through the archives…

She found me after 5 years, while I forgot her name. — I have a special error code in my brain that enables it to forget the names. Names of people I am associated with or have neighborly affection. Often I run into them only to be neurologically insulted. I assume it is to do with the Karmic cycle! Like how else…

Here’s what happens when you stand your grounds — Unlike first love, my first project was a total disaster. My client was into a trade fair and she hired my services to write her website. She was new and so was I, like teenage love, both of us were mesmerized. I assumed her the wind that’d sail the boat…

Some cues to shed and unshed the authentic liquid emotion — I am filled with wonder when my fellow humans cry, on any given emotional outburst. Crying literally, as in wuhuhuhu with a liquid welling out like an overflowing dam in rains. As most of the life skills I am not very expert at, crying stands out like a Crocodile bag…

While the superficiality of small talks made me a predictably shallow human, I tried small-talking with a twist! — Balancing a friendly equation with old friends is increasingly strenuous with accelerating digital equations. I am ever so reluctant on who might be open, to connecting, given my clumsy attempts of connecting. …

So I chose to crib We all know the glamour of leadership brings extra layers those responsibilities, that disguise themselves as privileges. The privilege of being the fodder for gossips, the privilege for being a charmer, a stunner. Somehow, being a stunner has been my coveted dream. ALWAYS. But it…