It’s just 60 seconds past 12, midnight. I’m sitting in my bedroom with the lights switched off. I picked up a pen lying beside me, a notebook resting on the chair in front, and a plank behind the bed I’m sitting on. Exactly, in the same order as I’ve written…

Gone are the days of getting fancied by the words drawing attention. Moving in haste, with an embodiment of apprehension, only to get stuck. Dancing for the tunes of melancholy till the soberness hits. Weaving the slightest of the web of lies with my twist seems to be the only…

How do I write? Firstly, I won’t call it writing. Just Noting down things & thoughts. I note down majorly on In the Notepad of my phone In the Medium & Notion on my laptop In the Notebook in my bag The conditions and my mindset decide where I need to put down the…

It’s become a habit now. I was just anticipating and waiting for this day since the day I started writing. I resisted the urge of writing this title for many days, weeks if not months. It’s my fear inhibiting me from doing so. I want myself to be addicted to…

People always say this, “Don’t run behind numbers”. I’d partially disagree with that. They don’t mean exactly what they say. Don’t believe me? Let’s talk in examples Example 1: As the image shows, there are 71,100 views, 2391 upvotes, 5 shares, and 16 comments.

It was 20 past 7 in the evening. I just got the Metro train ticket. I could hear the train arriving and so I raced onto the escalator only to manoeuvre through the crowd. Somehow, I got into the packed train. I knew I need to hold on to the…

I don’t want to call this another self-love essay. It’s 2022 and cliched enough. Instead of sentences, let’s talk in a series of questions. So, what’s exactly love according to you? Don’t think. Why do you eat? You know the answer but let me remind you. You don’t want yourself…

Recently, I’ve been to Mumbai for a 3-day jaunt with 7 of my friends. We’ve booked the beds in a backpacker hostel. We didn’t want to see the budget soaring. Once landed in Mumbai, we took a couple of taxis to reach this hostel. Intimidated by the high-rise buildings on…

Rise. Revolt. Roar — In the grand scheme of things by the Master Director Rajamouli, nowhere you would see Ram Charan and Jr. NTR but Ramaraju and Bheem. You would cry with them, smile for them, and root for them all along this visual spectacle. You would question Ramaraju for his ruthlessness. You would…