Chester Bennington – an open letter

September is National Suicide Prevention Month. All month, mental health advocates, prevention organizations, survivors, allies, and community members unite to promote suicide prevention awareness. It’s time to fight anxiety, depression, or any other problems that have been tampering with your mental health by getting expert help.

If you’re reading this Son, know that I love you

I hope everyone is staying strong and safe! My own eulogy would have been different. But I lost my uncle (brother's father) most recently. I tried to express what he felt and how he would want his son to think of him now that he's gone. Always praying for a better life for wherever he is now.

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.

Of what we are made

The 27 year old me wanders. Being lonely wasn't just what I enjoyed. It's a solitude I found after being out there and being let down. As humans, we find it a mandate to socially connect and roam in groups. Are we all not doing okay now?The soul that sees beauty always works alone. It... Continue Reading →

The unwithered smile.

On a sunny afternoon, I accompanied my sister for her performance at Nandan for Rabindranath Tagore's birthday celebrations. Nandan has always been a super favorite place for me as it is the hub of different forms of cultural exhibits. I was basically accompanying my sister to capture a video of her performance. I secured the... Continue Reading →

Taxi… Yellow taxi 🚖

On a blaring hot summer morning, I woke up to my boss's text. "Where are you?" Shit..... I forgot about the quarterly meet. Within 30 mins, I rushed out of home checking for an Uber. The surge price almost gave me a heart attack. Just then a yellow taxi stopped by. Since the app based... 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 →

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