Life; as it is...

From the flamboyant salsa of passion, life can abruptly shift into an unforeseen silence. We search for meaning, ironically complicating what is inherently simple. As writers, our task is to cut through this self-imposed fog, to illuminate the essential truths that lie beneath the surface. The answers are not hidden; they are simply overlooked, waiting for a writer's pen to reveal them...

Saturday, 19 April 2025

A traveller's diary : The Himalayas & Tungnath

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A trek to Tungnath, the world's loftiest sanctuary at 4,000 meters dedicated to god Shiva, had been a decade-long echo in my heart, a si...
Saturday, 28 December 2024

NMMT AC-123

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The sweltering Mumbai heat hung heavy in the air at the Powai bus stop, a tangible reminder of the city’s relentless pace and the daily grin...

The Traveler, Oasis and the Mirage (Part - III)

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The setting sun cast long shadows across the familiar canteen, painting the walls in hues of gold and amber. It was their spot, the one wher...
Thursday, 26 December 2024

Hazel (Part - II)

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The aroma of roasted coffee beans hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort in the now-renovated café. The chipped wooden tables of their yo...

The Rain (Part - II)

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Years spun by, a decade etching itself onto Chinmoy’s soul, not in lines of hardship, but in the subtle nuances of wisdom and quiet strength...
Saturday, 11 February 2023

The Missing Link

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"Am I missing something?"  Chinmoy muttered, the question a restless echo in his mind. It was the third time in an hour, a persist...
Sunday, 5 July 2020

The Traveler, Oasis and the Mirage (Part - II)

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Chinmoy reached at C-505.  Suruchi:  Hey..hi.  C:   Where is aunty? Let’s go and have lunch together.  S:  She had been waiting for you sinc...
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