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.
In no way like Calcutta, but Pujo was always a big deal even for children in Muscat.
No matter what the world thinks, to me Kolkata will always be one of the most beautiful and soulful places on the planet - maybe this connection has got to do s...
2011 has been big on the weddings front. Two very close friends and a brother got hitched and I’m very fortunate that I was able to be present and collect my ow...
Although I cannot stop complaining about the way my life is increasingly edging towards mundane, looking back at my photo albums, there seems to have been a lot...
It amazes me how changes in weather patterns affect my state of mind, and overwhelmingly, to say so!
The organisation I work for professes a philosophy by the name of ‘Living in Colour’, the crux of which is to be able to maintain one’s work-life balance.
I am back in Pune. I hope this is last time, fingers crossed to my unending saga of a backlog per semester!