Hope in the time of turmoil

We take life for granted. Lost in our professional and personal routine, there’s no time to stop and think about the inevitable. We assume that we’ll return home to our loved ones, our ‘people’.

Broken Beauty

  Bruised, she lay still on the ground. She knew she’d never meet her favourite flowers or soar into the bright blue skies again. But she put her pain aside & spread those wings one last time, for she wanted to show everyone just how beautiful this broken world can be… 

Spicing things up in 2017

2016 was an eventful one to say the least and this year is all about turning the heat up on things. Pushing the envelope, exploring new stuff & being on the limit. Guess the chilli tree in the window agrees too, which is why: Mirchi ghya mirchi, laal tikhat mirchi, Khidkeetli mirchi… #mepanshetkari 😀 Happy New…

Reasons to Love: the beginning…

There’s plenty of bitterness in this world around us, the people, the things, you name it. But even with all the negativity, there’s still plenty left to be happy about. Ergo – the beginning of the #ReasonsToLove series… Dedicated to a life full of appreciation, for there’s so much to be thankful, to be grateful about……

Raindrops

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, the heavens open up on us… Out by the window, the raindrops start to gather. Lining up on the grill, they call out to us. Come watch, they say, watch us as we take birth, grow & then drop away…

The grass is greener on the other side

A career, an income, the necessities, the nice to haves, money, people, we’re at a time when the stuff we have isn’t good enough. The others have it better. Succumbed by the lure of social sharing, we’re drawn in to the shiny, happy uploads like flies to a honey-pot. We all want success & we…

MotoCouple Beginnings – Officially Speakin’

It was one of those IBW Chai & Pakoda Rides. The entire parking lot at Hotel Fountain, off the NH8-Ghodbunder Road intersection had turned into one huge mass of motorcycles and their riders. From the ginormous Harley’s to lightning quick sport-bikes, the Royal Enfield’s and sub-400cc single cylinder machines – they were all there. Amidst this…

An Ode to Motorcycling & the Irreplaceable Troika

3 years ago, a tough call had been made. Little had prepared me though for the endless barbs from those around & the mountain of self-doubt, as the ones around zipped past on the career highway. Homes, cars, & the trappings of a lavish life. They flaunted it all, a few even rubbed it in the…

Random Thoughts of a Smartphone Lover

In search of the ideal phone: My initiation into the world of ‘smartphones’ has been a strange one. It all began when an iPhone 3GS landed in my palms a few days post its launch. But I had been a keyboard purist and the gorgeous Apple interface refused to do the tango with my podgy…

at the start

When life transpires to drive a wedge deep within that rips our heart n soul apart it is important that the memories, they live on untarnished and immortal just as they were at the start

Crumbles

blow after blow they rained ground him to dust time and again he’d rise they’d say come back to life like he always did but all party tricks must come to an end and so, brittle from the blows he finally crumbled not knowing if he’d ever rise again they didn’t bother they didn’t care…

@ The Beginning

following my mind onto twisted wings, swaying to a call that’s just another whim, unfearing, barely breathing; just hearing, sensing, feeling, the call of the whim as i ride the dark alleys within were i to fly i’d want to fly go past the rot and the stench that permeates the pores unknown, but then…