Love is small, life is huge inside a beating heart that speaks of desire to live to breathe in, expanding and contracting running into a green field with arms wide open screaming into the sky in broad daylight fresh like the morning dew on a blade of grass birthing every moment anew a blooming flower that picks up the bees from the air in stillness, finding companions from afar, a place unknown or a shooting star that enters an atmosphere burning itself on the way through giv

picture taken at the Museu de Historia Catalunya Winter is here feelings have faded, memories too fallen leaves are brushed aside to make way for the new Salt and snow melt the path healing open wounds i hibernate, bury myself in the dark to feel nothing, time or you Winter is here Freezing fingers, laboured breaths nobody to call and no one to trust standing here, unmoving, wherever the cold takes me i go with it too Let me be angry and violent all these years of understandi

"me gusta la ciudad. También me gusta el campo." View of Mumbai from Kanheri Caves, Maharashtra. During a particular monsoon in Goa, the...

Beneath a sea of blue Honing the crashing clouds you wait. A monstrous presence, intimidating yet reflecting strength and pride. I want...

Wrapping myself in a blanket, I turned my phone to silence. Tomorrow was my birthday. Not that my friends call me these days at midnight...

I am a fierce competitor. I also lose a lot. Games have been a gateway to opening up my world to meet new people and forge unforgettable...

How can one learn to gaze at the mountains? To sit by the river listening to its ripples? To look at nature, by oneself without any...

Many years later, Maya had returned back to India in search of something called home. She had left three decades ago, when she was a...

The rattling noise of the wheels on the rails envelop my soft whimpers as I lay crying, curled up on the narrow berth of the moving train....

If this perhaps was a song; moving clouds hide and unhide the sight of songbirds lapping over the clouds a pair, red and yellow disappear...

Kalimpong was interspersed with visits to cultural spaces as well as immersing ourselves in natural wonder. Most were serendipitous.

I was taking the flight from Bangalore to Bagdogra. Our first destination was Pedong, a charming little village near the town of...

When the Himalayas call you, there's no saying no. You have to go. When Kriti calls you, there's no saying no as well! Amidst the lead-up...