Unchanneled and unchecked, consumerism has led to the exploitation of everything on this planet — man, animals, and nature. Conferences of the elite behind closed doors and open forums are warning against calamities like global warming, species extinction, human rights violations. …

For a very very long time, I was not much into kids or babies. I didn’t hate them. I just didn’t have any interest in them. I never went cooing and cuddling at the very sight of a new baby, the toddlers stayed away from me and so did I…

Have you experienced that sweet smell of winter in the air? Brings back a lot of memories, doesn’t it? Memories of a first crush, of savouring piping hot Kachori-sabzi, of searching for Orion in the sky, of sucking in through invisible cigarettes and blowing out a very much visible vapour…

Dear wife. Come, Let’s go for a walk in this beautiful twilight of our life, holding hands — lest we trip over the rubbles of memory, now disintegrating - and marvel at the splendour of this monument we created — this monument called life. My heart is rife with feelings…

My experience of the 3-day Advait Camp — well it was not the most well organized, time managed camp. There was hardly any attempts by the volunteers to make the participants feel comfortable — no refreshments whatsoever (given that the sessions would go long into the dead of the night)…

I have been thinking a lot about the state of the affairs of Education in India. Being associated with a (pre)primary alternate education institution (http://theatelier.org/) for the past 2 years, many myths have been dissolved for me and many more questions have taken their place. I see very clearly that…

William Wordsworth in his poem — The World is too much with us, had put into words precisely what our life has become.When life becomes a race and race becomes a routine, our emotions and intuitiveness numb down. Competitive workplace, loud pubs, frustrating commute and homes that have become more…

Accidentally I strayed into the woods of spirituality. It is a dangerous jungle I guarantee and there is no way out. It sucks you in like a black hole; Not even a cry for help can escape . It’s too late for me. I can not come back now. But…

The weight of its wetness stretched across the skin of her face, one stroke at a time. Forehead, nose, cheeks. A layer of pinkish thick liquid against her dark brown skin. The aroma was intoxicating. She hesitantly tasted the foundation cream then quickly wiped her tongue against her party dress…