A Blind Date with Stories #TheBlindList

A Blind Date with Stories #TheBlindList I am a story chaser. My travel bucket list is not in terms of destinations but in terms of stories that I churn out of the travels. The destination...

Why Sri Lanka is high on my bucket list

Ever since I had come back from Dhanushkodhi, Sri Lanka keeps popping up everywhere. What’s the connection if you ask, when I was wandering through a small village in Dhanushkodhi, a local told me...

Was Sita Ravana’s Daughter || Asura: Book Review

The whereabouts of Goddess Sita’s birth are not lucid. As per Valmiki’s Ramayana, she was found in a furrow in a ploughed field. Precisely for the same reason, Sita is also regarded as the...

Here’s Why I Am taking Part In #MyFriendAlexa Again

When I started blogging, I never knew there was an intricate side to it as well. I thought it was all about pouring your heart out and hitting the publish button. But as I...

What is the price of this Independence

Its 15th August 2018 today and we are celebrating 72 years of being free. I am feeling a little less patriotic today. Received plethora of patriotic messages around Independence day and videos and none...

Mirzaya: A Walk Along The Beach

We haven't had any conversation since a very very long time but I know you hear me. I have a clandestine deal with all the elements of nature and I know they have been...

Forty Rules of Love, All at One Place

I am not a voracious reader but I am trying to be one. Quite late in my life, but I have understood that the key to good writing is reading. Lots and lots of...

Mirzaya: The Places We Will Go!

The clouds were this close to me, I could feel them on my face. I walked closer to the edge to feel the intensity. Watching my foot every step so that I don't tumble,...

Mirzaya: The Details

Mirzaya, yesterday someone at work asked me about you, like the basic details and all. I told them as much as I could and then they asked what did you do ?  Let's begin with "magic"...

Mirzaya: The Rains

So it rained again. One more time and along with the breeze it brought the warmth of your touch. The petrichore was conflated with your breath. Mirzaya, there isn't a single moment when I...