Sagarwadi
Isha thought Sagarwadi was simply the town where her dreams would finally take root — but the town had some different plans… Continue reading Sagarwadi
The Last Fitting
Come to forget.
Rajan had booked the trip alone. 5 days. No calls, no emails, no explanations to anyone. Just him, the mountain air, and a swimming pool that looked, in the photos, like a rectangle of melted sky. Continue reading The Last Fitting
Your Next “Life-Skill”
The training I attended lasted just a few hours, but its impact will last a lifetime. …… I finally understand the weight of knowledge I chose to live without for so long. Continue reading Your Next “Life-Skill”
Pride and Gratitude
She sat grieving over her third failed attempt to win the singing competition. Disappointment weighed heavily on her… Continue reading Pride and Gratitude
Without Rhyme or Reason
There’s no rhyme in waiting,
no reason in hoping—
yet I still do both.
Maybe that’s what love is—
something that refuses to fit into rhyme or reason. Continue reading Without Rhyme or Reason
वो अधूरी सुबह …
….आज भी है आपके स्पर्श का एहसास,
हमेशा रहता है मेरे ही आस पास ।
आते हो ख़्वाबों में, आज भी,
फिर खो जाते हो कहीं… Continue reading वो अधूरी सुबह …
Rediscovering Joy
The birds, they sing, without a care,
While we stress over thinning hair.
Dolphins leap with graceful flair,
And we just wish for time to spare. Continue reading Rediscovering Joy
A family affair with Languages
My colleagues were native Marathi speakers, and they were very friendly and supportive….
…I think this is what came in between, “the friendship” Continue reading A family affair with Languages
Proud Father
My ultimate goal was to write a novel. A full-length, original, captivating novel that would make readers laugh, cry, and think. A novel that would showcase my voice and my vision. A novel that would make me proud.
Well, guess what? I did it! I wrote a novel! Continue reading Proud Father
Flat Tyre Chronicles
My brother’s inquisitiveness added to our anxieties when he asked if there were wild animals in that jungle…
Moms are quite adept in the art of conveying a lot of messages just by changing the expression of their eyes…
Continue reading Flat Tyre Chronicles
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