February 1, 2019

I saw him one nippy November evening sitting on a pavement under a row of Gulmohar trees on a bungalowed street on Coyaji road. He wore an old light brown corduroy suit, a dark bowler hat, and was firmly engrossed in poring over a book under the dim sodium light of the...

January 3, 2018

Often in the middle of a project, there comes a brief moment in the space time continuum when you run into the dreaded writer's block; when words elude you, ideas scamper away in little tap dancing boots, and the world sits still gazing at you with big bleary eyes, wai...

December 25, 2017

I have often wondered what brought me to writing? Was it my love for words or imagining a world with my chosen set of possibilities. In the end I concluded, it was my favourite writers and the amazing journeys I travelled with them perched on just a smattering of words...

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