The one aspect of Allahabad that doesn't disappoint is the number of bookstores here. These bookstores and the owners are the only living testimony of what was once a city of famous writers and accomplished scholars. The legacy runs in the language which is untouched by the casual mix of English. It is refreshing to … Continue reading The bylines of Allahabad…
Revolution, as Shirley knew deeply, began at home. She knew that the initial spark of rebellion is expressed against the very institution that first teaches your rights. She could not comprehend her parents behavior. They had always told her to follow her heart, do what she loved and when she opted for the political science at Presidency, they chided … Continue reading Assimilation
As she slipped into her favorite top, she realized that the restaurant maybe all booked by the Valentine's day rush. In her half worn sandals, she hopped across the room to reach her phone and dialed the restaurant . Hi, I know it's last minute, but I was hoping I could book a table at … Continue reading Poets and Oats
There he was, waiting for her at the bus stop, with a reassuring smile on his face, wearing his white Nike sneakers and wielding the polished black walking stick. For Anwesha, her grandfather or Ajoba as she called him, was the only one who could answer all her questions eagerly. The others never understood or … Continue reading Walking Back Home
Do you ever wonder, why is the fad of ‘leave your job and travel the world’ becoming a rage among millennials? Why are we saving and then giving up our high paying jobs for which we work all our lives, to travel like nomads? Why is travel becoming more of a necessity rather than a … Continue reading Tales of travel …
Do you want to have some Coffee, Shiv? Desperately need it. I cried, without even a glance at Ayushi standing at my desk with her pink cup. The transition from college to work is usually a struggle for many. It seemed so, for me too, until I met her through a mutual friend. It is … Continue reading Caffeine..
A single drop of tear slid down her cheek as she stood waving at the train. Her closest friend was returning home after a long stay with her. This was probably the last time she would see him in Hyderabad, probably the last time he would give her a quick surprise, probably the last time she … Continue reading Transition.