Power
There’s a strange fascination to power, isn’t there? From playground fights to boardroom arguments, the desire to control, and lead...
Writings
When Paths Cross
It was one of those nights when the stars seemed too perfect to be real, like they were handpicked and...
The Great Pineapple Pizza Trial
The courtroom was packed tighter than a mozzarella sticks in a delivery box. On one side there was the Anti-Pineapple...
The Reaper Wore White
I always feared Death. The mere thought of it sent shivers through me, an constant terror that gripped my soul....
To Live is a Privilege
It begins with a heartbeat. Then another. And another. A breath follows. The first sign of life. A chest rising...
Time Is a killer, and we are its prey
Time is cruel. They say it is the greatest healer, but I know better. Time does not heal; it only...
Jack of All Trades, But Master of None
My dad often used to call me a jack of all trades—a phrase that, for a brief moment, felt like...
Should Politicians Ever Be Punished for Lying?
There’s a joke that goes: Why don’t politicians never tell the truth? Because then they’d be out of a job....
Why Must Motherhood Be Synonymous with Martyrdom?
There is a myth stitched into the hem of every sari, every apron, every silent sigh: that a mother must...