A Sunday

In the wee hours of morning, faint voices of Papa and Maa talking to each other in the other room help me make a smooth transition from my dream sequences to reality. This would be followed by Papa drawing the curtains from the windows making the Sunday's sun rays stream in the room. I don't... Continue Reading →

Memoirs of My Childhood

I had a childhood everyone wishes to have, a blissful one and as every kid's childhood should be - full of joy, innocence and some signs of being naughty. And all this would not have been possible if it was not for her, my sister, Sony. Being just 2 years younger than me, made us experience... Continue Reading →

My Fan Story

When I watched the 2nd teaser of FAN, I saw glimpses of my story in it as well. I had grown up watching the same dimpled affable character in movies like DDLJ, Dil to Pagal Hai and Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, but I was never a serious fan until I landed in Bhubaneswar after my... Continue Reading →

I Am Number 7

Cricket had been a great obsession right since my childhood like every other Indian kid. Yes, difficult to believe now since I am always seen with books and stuff and never on a field or talking about it as much as my friends do. But there was a time I literally breathed Cricket. It served... Continue Reading →

Summer of the 90s

A start to a new academic session always meant one could start afresh, no matter how good or bad the past year had been. The arrival of the new season brought along with it all kinds of new things; new class room, new time-table, new books and new notebooks which we used to call copies... Continue Reading →

Feel of the Wheels

Looking at an eagle soaring in the sky, I wish I could one day walk right off the edge of the roof, and instead of being sucked by earth’s gravity, I could fly. Looking at a shark cruising in the open ocean, its fin leaving behind a trail of foam, I wish I could jump... Continue Reading →

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