On Being A Writer
Almost unsurprisingly, she had returned from her self-imposed hiatus. They'd warned her about it, everyone around her. One had told her (and this warning...
Summer Is Life
?The summer night is like a perfection of thought.? We all see the temperatures soaring and the sun spending a longer amount of time...
Memories of a man
These are my memories of a man who was so much more than just my grandfather?
Someone who always had the time to talk, who...
An Irreplaceable Power
In the words of Nelson Mandela, ?Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.? The daily routines have...
Unanswered Questions!
It had been "ages" since we met, quite literally. And yet I knew her at once, without her having to turn all the way...
Dead Letter
I choose to call this a dead letter because I've decided its faith even before it has taken shape. Since I chose to bare...
A Father’s Love is Forever
?None of you can ever be proud enough of being the child of such a Father who has not his equal in this world-...
A World of Magic
Father's Day is officially over. The presents have been sent, and the hugs have already been given. It's these kinds of times that I...
What Sets Us Apart?
You look at me. Almost shyly, I look back. There is much in these there-but-not-quite gazes, though they are silent. You are going, and...
The illusion of freedom
No one is ever completely free, in the true sense of the word. Call me a pessimist if you will, but it seems to...
