Life

Not a martyr, but my hero

For every child, his or her mother is a champ. A hero in her own stead. So was mine. But having lost her to a sudden attack of brain hemorrhage, I found myself in a phase where she became more of a martyr than a hero for me. She was no longer my hero. She was my...

If happiness is the goal

I had made a lot of plans for this weekend. And then they all got whitewashed due to some incident. Anyways. But it got me thinking. Do I really need plans to be happy? Is life not random enough to always play spoilsport? And haven't the last few weeks taught me that...

What Paris showed me

No matter how cynical one can get, a girl always goes to Paris for the first time. And this girl too like all the millions, who had their hearts flown away, had her moment.The city is everything you read about. Brimming with romance and flooded with the black coats,...

Did someone ask Alice if she wanted it?

Does life always give you second chances? Chances that flood your senses, beyond logic and everything else? And do we actually have a shot at those second chances? Sitting on my bed with soft hum of the music in the backdrop, chai on the side, twitter in one tab and...

Why you should visit cemeteries

Behind every successful writer are hundred writers whose books don't sell. Behind every writer whose books don't sell there are hundred writers whose manuscripts are lying with publishers Behind every writer whose manuscript is lying with the publisher there are...