The Morning Of Our Lives

We walked along the shaded path, Hand in hand,  in tandem; We bathed in early sunbeams, We made this our memorandum.

The Day of Alone Time

Jean-Paul Sartre wrote,  "If you're lonely when you're alone,  then you're in bad company." Well,  I am personally quite comfortable (too comfortable,  perhaps) in solitude and I pity my fellow misfortunate millennial counterparts (not all of them, but you know full well which cliques I'm talking about) that need to meet five different groups of …

First Encounter

Furtive glances Out the corners of our eyes Nervous laughter, butterflies Talking excitedly Over each other I'd like it if we were,  literally.  No certainty,  no temperance Wondering what is your inference My hands are cold And yours look warm If there ever was,  this is the chance You ask me a question And I'm …

The Perfect Fish for Lazy Cooks

I know I haven't blogged in a long,  long time.  This is due to many reasons,  some of which include the following: 1) Holiday withdrawal symptoms 2) Heat makes me slack 3) I haven't procrastinated like this since my Famous Five days. But,  As it so happens,  I've gone on a crazy cooking spree (which …

Do you believe in magic?

(Well it's bedtime where I'm at but) Gooooood morning,  Bombay!  Here's a little bit of sunshine your way,  I chanced upon a bit of magic on a hike!

Photo Set- Home

This is a photo set that's dedicated to the place and feeling we love most -Home. 

I Nose my Cake

So I made a Nutella cake last night with this wonderful species of boy that is going full retard with a spatula. It was pretty amazing mainly because it’s one of those Golden Finds on the internet- it literally contains 2 ingredients. Also, I got bored of measuring the Nutella and decided to play around …

Rain, Rain

The rains are finally here. Not feebly trying to encroach into summer and hastily retreating forces, but here in all its burgeoning grey, brobdingnagian glory. Who doesn't love rain? Who doesn't love lazing around? And who doesn't love good literature? So, to celebrate, I've put together a few excerpts from some of my most-loved poetry, …

The Grey Envelope

This is what Armageddon looks like. From the 23rd floor. Of Essar House.Oh, and there was a fire in the middle of a mountain somewhere to the east. Loving this day. I think it's unnatural to be brimming with this much glee at the thought/sight of an impending Apocalyptic-looking scene, but I think fellow Mumbaiites …

Scream

This is a guest post by my talented aspiring-writer friend,  Wayne,  whose blog is called FromBad2Verse.  It's a fervent and bodacious poem,  I loved it! Scream Scream out my name. Call it out. Loud. Fierce. Let it echo in these concrete hills. Screech, shriek, let you voice give out, As neighbours hear your muffled shout. …