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Time has a strange way of writing its stories — not on paper, but on faces, hearts, and memories. You watch it happen, quietly. Your father slowing down a little more each day. Your mother repeating the same stories — the ones you’ve heard countless times, but now you listen differently, because you know. Today, Read more
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Some weekends are meant to recharge… this one rewired me completely! What began as a plan to attend the WOS Conference — to learn, present my paper, and judge a session — somehow spiralled into something much more glamorous (and slightly terrifying) — the WOS Elegance Pageant! 😄 It was an impromptu dare to myself Read more
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And it’s morning… I am tired — that deep, delicious kind of tired that only follows a week of light, laughter, and endless running around. But I have to get up. My dogs are already awake, tails thumping against the floor. My birds wait in the balcony, chirping impatiently for their feed. And the little Read more
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There are very few people in life who don’t need explanations — they just understand you, instinctively, completely.She’s that person for me. She knows my silences, my moods, my chaos — and somehow always finds a way to bring me back to calm. With her, I never need to explain. She just knows. We’ve made Read more
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There’s something about Khan Market that keeps calling me back — quietly, insistently — like a familiar book that refuses to stay closed.Not for the shopping or the shimmer, but for its rhythm — that slow, old Delhi heartbeat that hums between conversations and coffee cups. Tucked near Sujan Singh Marg, this market has its Read more
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Sitting under these old trees at the Ambassador (Heritage Hotel, New Delhi),I can’t help but feel that they’ve seen everything — the changing skies, the restless footsteps, the city’s noise blending with its memories. There’s something about this place… The air smells of time. I hear the distant traffic, the soft chirping of birds, the Read more
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In Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, the Mad Hatter looks at Alice — no longer the fearless child but a grown woman, uncertain and careful — and says: “You used to be much more… muchier. You’ve lost your muchness.” That line was never in Lewis Carroll’s book, but it feels like it always belonged. Because Read more
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This morning, after two days of hiatus—aka internet shutdown—the net came back. I opened my eyes, stretched like a yogi… and there it was. The glowing monster, the one that drains life faster than any vampire—my phone screen, full of notifications. And like a true damsel in distress, I whispered, “Oh God, he’s back… INTERNET Read more
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This Sunday morning, while spring-cleaning for Diwali, I was in ruthless mode — yeh nahin chahiye, throw it away. Bag after bag filled with clutter, until my form-help pulled out a couple of old diaries. “Madam, dekh lo,” he said. Curious, I opened one. On the pages before her birthdate 14/02 there it was , Read more
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It’s been 25 years without you, Hemant.Today I met one of your course mates, and in that moment it felt like time folded. My mind tried to imagine the years you never got — the face you might have worn now. So I did something both brave and foolish: I created an image of you, Read more
