Calcutta, always.
The last time I saw my grandmother was a year and a half ago. I've been feeling the guilt for a while now.
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The last time I saw my grandmother was a year and a half ago. I've been feeling the guilt for a while now.
Out of the many many things that I want to achieve in this limited lifetime, the most prominent one that comes to mind when I am asked, what I really dream of d...
You know that song that you come across accidentally, then listen to all day, and hum it again at night?
Today is Mahalaya. The invoking of life in the idol of Goddess Durga. The beginning of what will be an entire week, followed by a hangover of a month of festi...
I never thought I would be looking forward to staying in Gurgaon. But as the date draws near, I find myself unconsciously counting backwards.
It has been a really long time since I sat down and actually enjoyed football. I can clearly recall how the parents and I would sit down after dinner to watch t...