Bangalore Days

That was a beginning of my love for the South Indian creations. They are more content driven, touching and definitely leave a hangover. If it wasn’t for that one evening of crazy, I don’t think I’d ever truly enjoy my first experience of a south Indian film.

An open letter – to my future love

Hello there stranger:As I sit by my favourite sunset spot, I open my notes and randomly start to type what you're about to read! Sit tight! This is going to take some time! I would like you to call me HOPE, but after how my life has been, I'd rather say I'm anti-hope! So let's... Continue Reading →

Once upon a soulmate

It was a short-lived time. We spent days together inseparable. Anything that happened had to be immediately pinged to each other. Work, cribbing about the sales target, or how much I hate my colleagues. He even knew about Milons - the chai-tapri I usually called him as a ritual before getting in or out of... Continue Reading →

At the stroke of midnight…

You hold the glass upside-down and try to lick off the last of whatever spirit it is that you are drinking. Your head is heavy, the music around you is fading. Almost like you're brain is shutting down. But not so fast. The party has just started. There's almost about 30 other people with you... Continue Reading →

The proposal

Do you remember that night? . . . . "TYPING"..... Oh god! I think I have been staring at the screen for so long now.... Which night? Out of all our memorable times spend in over 2 years, which specific one is he talking about?  "The day you proposed to me...." We were at the... Continue Reading →

Inspired from Pinterest comic Curls or Straight hair? Little did I know, one silly Instagram story would bring us here. He was around all along. I did not have a clue. We studied together in the same college for three years. We had mutual friends and spoke very little. Five years ago, on the first... Continue Reading →

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