Be Safe or Be Free – thoughts on women safety and freedom in India

Have you ever wondered what is the cost of safety for a woman in a country like India? Have you ever considered that the cost could be something as priceless as her freedom? If you , my reader, are a male like me, I am sure you might never fully be able to comprehend this.… Continue reading Be Safe or Be Free – thoughts on women safety and freedom in India


Moving on

It’s at moments like these, when you are at your most vulnerable of states, that the words you read tug at your heartstrings, transporting you to a long forgotten place, reminding you how terribly unsuccessful you were at forgetting your past and moving on.



Dear me, Why do you seem like a stranger to me, at times? I mean, we’ve been together for 24 years now. This strangeness is exhilarating, like the first few minutes of a blind date.  But, at times, it becomes overwhelmingly exhaustive, I tell you. How am I supposed to make you happy, when I… Continue reading Stranger


Not My Cup Of Love

Love is an integral part of our daily vocabulary, yet the question “What is love?” is met with puzzled looks. What is this romantic love? Love has been overly romanticized. Some people describe love as an incomprehensible feeling that they experience, in the presence/absence of someone out of deep affection for them. Some believe in love at… Continue reading Not My Cup Of Love

Book talks

When Breath Becomes Air – Booktalks #1

After incessantly spamming people with this book recommendation, I am writing about the book here in the hope that I can reach out to a few more people and urge them to read this fantastic book. When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi is a book about life and death, and more importantly, about the meaning of the… Continue reading When Breath Becomes Air – Booktalks #1



Look into my eyes, And whisper in my ear.. That it won’t hurt, That I’ll be fine. Coat your knife with tears Before you slide it into my heart, Ever so smoothly, To take what is yours. And believe me when I say, “I will bleed but I will survive.” For, a part of me… Continue reading Horcrux