A night at the stationIt’s 1:00 AM. I am at a railway station of an ancient city that once saw glory of Harsha and Ashoka and was an allure to rulers of Delhi…Aug 9Aug 9
That soundThat sound grips my memory and subjects it to revisit it over and over, not as an event to ruminate over and analyse but as a rhythmic…Jan 29, 2023Jan 29, 2023
One year ago,i said hiii to JNUIt was the 26th of December,2020. I had the first glimpse of the Agora of India, maligned and notorious and a place of my curious…Dec 26, 2021Dec 26, 2021
FearFear is a tyrant that feasts on the most vulnerable, at moments inviting it or repelling it with its fullest might. Moments drawn to fear…Oct 26, 2021Oct 26, 2021
Have you ever?Have you ever been in a constant, unthinking examination of all you have sensed, preceded by aghast numbness to hear something from someone…Aug 13, 2021Aug 13, 2021
I am leaving DelhiI am leaving Delhi. I am leaving the proximity of my love who isn’t any more, JNU. How shattering to stay so close to your love and still…Jul 4, 2021Jul 4, 2021
Being nostalgic for the AmericanEvery political junkie has someone in the political realm who to them is more perfect than the rest tried in the field. As it often…Feb 9, 2021Feb 9, 2021
The sad story of our Saraswatis and LaxamisShe was beaming. It could occur to one that It was her sense of accomplishment and pride for self-fulfilment that spoke through her smile…Aug 31, 2020Aug 31, 2020
Dhoni that I knowWhat is that first moment that flashes back in memory when you think of Dhoni? For most possibly would be his unforgettable long on slog…Aug 18, 2020Aug 18, 2020
