First published on SheThePeople here I write because I need to write. I can’t go without it for too long. It’s my second love, my passion...

First published on MoneyControl here A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his ...

First published on Youth Ki Awaaz here The year was 1498, the place, well once can’t really be sure but somewhere near Tanzania. A tired ...

First published in The Sunday Guardian here Inspiration is the springboard for creativity. Elusive as it may be in nature, it propels a p...

Sounds of everything. Or those of nothingness. Noises of things man-made meant to aide or entertain, entering my world without consent. P...

My American friends, Fussball and Zealot (names changed to convey personality traits) had just returned from a long vacation to India so ...

My dining choices are frequently dictated by weather rather than cravings or hunger. For instance, three consecutive rainy nights = time ...

Starbucks. San Francisco. A sluggish Friday afternoon. A sugar-free non-fat cappuccino and momentary lapse of control that leads to a Che...

Unless you live in a sorority or a glossy magazine you have no visibility into what the real world for perpetually put-together women loo...

I drag myself to a yoga class I hadn’t tried before—Hatha Yoga. My bar was pretty low. As long as the room was not unnaturally heated lik...