Last evening, when I was about to step inside my house, I was greeted by a snake at the door. A long, dark one, slithering along the floor. That sight scared me. So I hushed myself and rushed straight into my room. And as soon as I had locked myself in, a strange thought occurredContinue reading “On Having No Home”
Doesn’t the aroma of a cup of Chai stir some memories?
Do words matter?
If yes, how?
Is veiling women a good idea?
I think we know the answer. Then what’s stopping us?
What’s the point of God?
Let’s think about it.
What if I were a woman? Let me try.
A letter I wrote to a stranger. For you, I mean.
In this post, I am sharing some of the finest passages I have ever come across.
I am that creepy voice in your head. Want to hear me?
A poetic expression of my idea of Indian nationalism.
A short tale of an old man recounting his life experience in a matter of seconds.