Chaircar to Amritsar- A Travelogue

Day 2, Part 2 There was an air of Enthusiasm and Patriotism at the border. It was so tiring till we reached the gate. It all started at 5 p.m when the soldiers from Border Security Force handed over flags to common masses, and asked them to run with it towards Pakistan. There was a... Continue Reading →


Chaircar to Amritsar- A Travelogue

Day 2, Part 1 The day we decided to visit Jallianwala Bagh. A garden that lives forever in the history of India. Being aware of the Jallianwala Bagh massacre, it wasn't easy for me to look at it without thinking about what all had happened there on 13th of April, 1919.  Wherein troops of the British... Continue Reading →

My Androgyny

You say, “Sit like a girl” Why not just say sit, instead? You say, “The way you walk is a little masculine” But I am sorry, I don’t seem to remember when did I ask YOU to define my femininity? Wear that little black dress, it makes you look pretty. What if I don’t want... Continue Reading →

Being Egalitarian

Dear feminazis, He is a guy. Why is he expected to stand still even when he is in the eye of the storm. He has emotions as well. How is he supposed to know about the whimsical mood swings or the period pain? Aren't his own troubles enough for him to deal with. His troubles... Continue Reading →

Our Favorite Coffee

It was just yesterday when I was missing you, and went to your our favorite coffee shop. There entered a gorgeous girl holding one of my favorite books in her hands. The sight of that book illuminated my face (only because I had once suggested you to read that). My eyes welcomed her to accompany me for... Continue Reading →

People Tell Stories Tell People

Life is a series of ironies. I didn’t realize it until I met her, until I got to know her, until I heard her stories.  I can now relate to what Chinua Achebe has aptly said, “People tell stories tell people”. I couldn’t have believed it if it wasn’t for her. It’s her stories that... Continue Reading →


On a still night, Under the shimmering stars She walked with her muted anklet Singing of war. "Oh Come, oh come! Hear my heart. I have a story to tell. A story of hypocrisy. Where people talked of peace With a mind full of wrath. Talked of love With hatred in their hearts. It's a... Continue Reading →

To the Dying Star

Every time I used to see a shooting star, my words would be "You know what i want universe, you know it better than I do. Just grant me that." But today, walking under the moonlit sky and the shimmering stars, I realized that my existence is a little too finite for this infinite universe... Continue Reading →

Up ↑