3 Reasons to Learn the Art of Storytelling

The key to a compelling story is not only its content but also its presentation Each one of us has a story etched in his/her heart. This story could be one that we heard from someone or read somewhere; it could be a memory of something that we want to …

Coincidences and Choices

I was very tired, that day.  I was just a girl standing at the bus stop, on a rainy day, waiting for my Uber Pool.  Every day I took the bus home from school, the same routine, the same bus driver who smiled at me, the same conductor who woke …

Homecoming

Amidst the crimson red that painted the world with a bloody hue, reminding one of the several battles that were fought on these holy banks, he woke up to the clarion calls of the variegated assortment of birds that frequented the mighty Ganges. A son of the earth himself, he …

Heroes

Should you meet your Heroes? I laid down my cup, tried to compose myself as I contemplated my next move. His hat almost hid his face, he had on dark sunglasses but the beard gave it away. His last role in the Revenant had made it one of the most …

The Indian Kid

You’re Indian. You may not carry an Indian passport, you may never have lived there, or even ever set foot in the country, but by virtue of your brown skin, you’re Indian. India to you is the place your parents came from, a small part of the complicated tapestry that …

When It Rained

The rain kept belting down; The streets were filled with water. Vehicles buzz past, left and right, Splashing water high as they can.   Yellow lights, red lights, spoil the night’s purity. Competing buildings fill the roadsides, peaks out of sight. It reminds one of the prisoner’s life. Yes, the …

Mish Mash Balderdash

So, finally, I get the opportunity to rant. To speak (write) out my mind, crib, shout and chant. What among the thousands of things That go through my mind, should I share with the world? Maybe everything? Or nothing really?   Quiz. No quiz. Quiz. No quiz. Cramming for quiz… …

The Thief

On the hot and dreary summer nights, as Amma slept after a hard day’s work, I would sneak out to the backyard and look at the stars. It was the only time I felt alive; as if the chains that bound me throughout the days dissolved away to let me …

Rendezvous with Al Pacino

The Croatian coastline was littered with rocks, and the skies studded with stars. But there was only one rockstar, and his name was Al Pacino.   The last item on our Croatian itinerary was a long walk atop the walls, with a collage of rocks, clothes, steps, walls, bricks, photos, …