Butterflies, Flowers and April Showers


Just another love poem

  (Disclaimer- No, I'm not in love. This is not a lament of poetic love that could never bloom. This is, well, just a poem. 🙂 ) All those years when I wanted to say it Something held me back. The time was never right- and then I thought of all the things I lack.... Continue Reading →

Professor Dumbledore

There was a time when I was crazy about Harry Potter- I'm using the term "crazy" for the want of a more intense word. The craze was so much that I had a Harry Potter Fan's Club at school. My favourite character in the series was Prof Dumbledore. I was always fascinated by the fact that... Continue Reading →

That thing called LOVE

No, this is not one of those mushy mushy love blogs with a few lines of love poems thrown in. Neither does it talk about the beauty, joy and purity of love. Nor does it cry copious tears about lost love. It is just the story of my confusion about the whole concept of love.... Continue Reading →

Aston Saga

They say “friends are the chocolate chips in the cookie of life”. Well that’s the best way I, a chocoholic, can describe my friends. In my 23 years of life, I have come across myriads of friends-soulmate(s), jerks with the heart of gold , pen pals (yes, I did have a couple of them), jealous... Continue Reading →

From Hong Kong, with love

I am just back from my Hong Kong trip. It was one of the most interesting trips of my life. It taught me how to survive in a place where no one, absolutely no one, speaks your language and what they speak is all Greek to you. It was a complete adjustment in terms of... Continue Reading →

35mm in 15 years

"As the cars made their way through the tall pine trees I felt like they went right past me (zoom) and when the head lights were lit, I had to close my eyes as they were too big and bright", my mum was excitedly explaining to our neighbour after our big day out at the... Continue Reading →

Durga Puja

The air must be smelling sweet with 'sheuli phool', the light breeze must be sending shivers down the 'kaash phool' beds by the roads, 'pujo barshiki' of 'Ananda mela' must be on our living room table already... scaffoldings blocking the roads must have from a long time only gathered smiles from the ever-complaining bengalis.. little... Continue Reading →

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