A poem away from aloo paratha On the streets of Bangalore, weather you walk or don’t walk, being unmoved is not an option. Thursday...

“There is as much magic around us as much we allow ourselves to infuse.” It was a regular bus ride. Apart from the fact that elaborate...

The water wasn’t the only thing reflecting. The hills were enchanting. But not as captivating as the man that walked ahead of her. Not so...