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  • Dear Aisha – A Letter To New Girl In The City

    The girl comes to the new city, with a heart full of dreams. She wanders in the streets, dances in the rain, gets her soul drenched in the rain drops. She feels them on her face. Her stories come alive, once again. With the shimmering stars in the sky and the dusky city lights, she…

  • Dear Dadubhai – A Letter To My Maternal Grandfather

      Dear Dadubhai, This is my first letter to you. Though I have never seen you in my life, but I had a number of conversations with you. Since childhood, I am hearing about you from Maa. She told me many stories of you. I had grown up by hearing your stories, Dadu. The day…

  • I Bleed Red

      I bleed red. Every month, I bleed red. When the days are around, When the cycle starts its count, I bleed red. It gives me a chance, To grow, to bloom, To nurture, to transform, To give birth, to reborn. Yes, I bleed red. It gives me the pain, It gives me the reason,…

  • A Letter To My Father

      Dear Dad, Thanks for gifting me a fairytale in your palace. A royal palace decorated with thousands of shimmering stars and hundreds of flickering candles. A palace where dreams adorn my every day, love paves my every way. Where sunshine is my crown, and rainbow is my bracelet. Thanks for making me the best…

  • The Idea Of ‘Freedom’ From Different Perspectives

      Few days ago, I asked my friends and everyone around me, “What is freedom to you?” I received many replies, but among all, these three replies touched my heart, and somewhere deep, I found my own words in them. Have a look here: Freedom is a myth. Rather it is like sheath that covers…