This sub-category is like a personal blog for writers. Writings primarily based in personal experience are part of this.
The skies are open and so are the seas which flow freely without any distinguishing marks as boundaries which are man-made but the minute a step is taken or put in another country, the law comes into force and national legitimacy needs to be proved in terms of citizenship. The experience of crossing boundaries is…
The Indian university campuses have instead transformed into hotbeds of parochialism with groupings along caste, religious, ethnic, linguistic and regional lines as well as ideological affiliation.
Owing to their great taste, Indian mangoes have also been used to build relationships as tools of diplomacy.
Even though I am living in a different continent, she still remains my coffee partner virtually on most days with our own coffee pe charcha and savor our time together.
An encounter with humpback whales at ‘Eua is a magical experience. Somehow the whales only choose Tonga to visit and mate every year.
An Indian PhD scholar shares about his loneliness and proposes a strategic relationship with Japan to open Okiya-Geisha branches in India
The trick that life plays when you are on the edge is confusing. This is an excerpt from a chapter written by Anuraag Khaund for the book ‘Adulting with Cancer’
Here, on a dating app, you’re asked about actual things that you want from a relationship – like if you want kids, want to hook up or basaofy your ghar grihasti. These are some pertinent, deal-breaking points in a relationship that you get to tackle from the get-go.
Travel gets you out of the familiarity and the routine. And while the familiar is the warm cozy sweater which we also need, travelling gets you thinking about what else to wear.
Dear Papa, I have a confession to make. As a kid, I saw you as a conservative and a narrow-minded person. And my only reason for seeing you was because you never liked Di and me wearing clothes that were even a little revealing. I used to get envious of my friends and cousins who…
It is not the pasta that you are eating, rather it is a failed system that is continuing to eat you!!
“Ghalib would repeatedly slide his hands into her salwar suit and cup her breasts and start fondling them. She tried to push him away several times but in vain.” Dear reader, I wish I could tell you that she is a heroic woman who intermittently dreams of fighting zombies on some unknown planet
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