Hastily scooping it up, I creaked open the lid to smell at it: sour and stingy, the pills had gone damp, much like all that I recalled about the bottle.

A very close friend of mine shared a picture on my wall a few days ago, it had a typical boyish bunch and said, ‘Good friends bring cake on your birthday. Best friends bring beer.’

There was a time when she would pop into my head involuntarily, several times a day. I barely think of her anymore, she’s almost like a phantom haunting the fringes of my memory.

It was a trance wherein hours turned into minutes, which then turned into these little moments that made me realise how beautiful everything actually was.

A college in Delhi could be a nasty place for people like him. People would often comment and poke him on this closeness to his mother.

The wilder ones take it up a notch, they can’t just sit back and watch. They must also jump off a cliff, slide on a highway and stare down a volcano. They must feel!

A cooker's whistle, the door being shut, a creaking creaking— all of these, and much more, made him jump and expect an enemy to be behind or near him. 

We are busy with our lives now, but every time we slip away from reality - a drink alone, a sleepless hour, or a moment of deep introspection (why write a statement of purpose, when life has no purpose?), the dam of...

Though it is glorified, it is pretty much a dump yard. This is where you experiment - a dumb hairstyle, your first one-night-stand, your first love, the first beer, your first smoke, first weed stick. This is it. Th...

As the train geared up speed, the scenes & actions of London life appeared like different scenes from Shakespeare's plays being performed at the Globe. These images reminded him of Madras, of the liveliness of the p...

The hand-pulled rickshaws in Kolkata are difficult for him to climb up and down from. He held two bags and the rickshaw-waala helped him with the other two. One could clearly figure out,

The final turn arrives, the tea plantations has grazed throughout the hill, and with Kanchendzonga behind them acting as perfect scenic monument, I recapitulated those countless moments when we stood there to watch...