The serene rivers of humanity keep floating quietly in the wee hours at airports. I was packed for my next adventure, and we reached the airport. After a long drive and repeated discussions about the dos and don’ts of the travel, it was time to get down and take that…

I tried to mask the calmness in my face while struggling with the chaos in my head. The daydreaming and the melancholy of fantasies, rehearsing every inch of the conversation over and over to figure out what might have gone wrong or what might not have gone wrong, is just…

In the greatest of tapestry, we are all part of the creator’s carefully selected characters to play our role on the stage called life. The woven characters mix and merge, forming bonds of life. The bonds stronger blend as one, and the weaker, make their impressions while they leave. But…

In this crowded world, I am all alone. The night never seems to crack the dawn. There are voices I hear everywhere, but no one is familiar anymore. The air around me is punctuated with screams as those of broken bones move. I cry softly with physical pain in the…

A spark that started between him and me felt so real and unreal at the same time. The spark I wished would grow into the lantern that lights the darkness within me. Relationships, as I feel, are all about fire and ice in proportions. Those in them have to tame…

The life as we call is interdependent on one another. Some are blessed blood relations, and then there are a few more blessed who are not blood relations but are equally important. Some stay connected for life, but then many leave in the middle. A very few grow far with…

The pages full of people and moments carefully threaded together, and we call it LIFE. One page after the other, we keep writing, and thus turn into chapters summarizes to the events of life. Some happy moments and then those unfortunate moments showing bitterness are also the flavour wearing several…

Bright early springs, restless winds were blowing directionless, mid-afternoon almost empty roads. A ruthless tinkling sound of chimes while pushing open the door. She entered into the coffee shop. Searched for an empty table for herself across the glass wall with a street view. She was all dressed up. Yellow…

Behind the rusty red coloured metal pane glass doors, there was an empty table, and the other side was an exhibit of native South Indian snacks and desserts. A very typical scene in a foreign country. I see a group of people standing across the minibar chitchatting. I could not…