Belly Button to Babyland: A Tale of Three Brave Trips

Have you ever had surgery? What for? I didn’t walk through motherhood—I was wheeled in. Not once, but three times. Three cesarean sections. Three dramatic entries. No violins, just beeping monitors and surgical masks. Was it easy? Absolutely not. But would I do it again? For those tiny fingers and sleepy smiles—without a second thought.They... Continue Reading →

Love Served Hot: A Plate Full of Memories

What's the most delicious thing you've ever eaten? They say, “Food is memories seasoned with love,” and I must agree—because when someone asks me the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten, I freeze like a spoon in kulfi. How on earth can I choose one?Each bite from my life tells a story.My mom’s chicken curry?... Continue Reading →

Styled by Heart, Stitched by Habit

If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be? First of all, let’s set the record straight—nobody can force me to wear anything. Not even fashion police or that overly opinionated aunty at weddings who thinks my wardrobe needs divine intervention. But if the world suddenly turned into... Continue Reading →

The 10-Minute Black Hole

How do you waste the most time every day? They say time flies when you're having fun. But in my case, time vanishes like socks in a washing machine—mysteriously and without warning. Every day, I promise myself just 10 minutes on the phone. You know, a quick scroll, one reel, one article, one meme. Just... Continue Reading →

Pepsi on Wheels: A Bell That Froze Time

Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood? They say time travel doesn’t exist, but bite into an old-school ice candy — what we proudly called Pepsi in the glorious '90s — and boom, you're seven again, barefoot, wild-haired, and sticky-fingered.Every Sunday, like clockwork, he came — not a superhero, not a... Continue Reading →

My Poet, My Pride – Kuvempu

Who is your favorite historical figure? . "ಭಯವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ನುಡಿ, ಅಜ್ಞಾನವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ನುಡಿ, ದ್ವೇಷವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ನುಡಿ."“Speak without fear, speak without ignorance, speak without hatred.” In pages worn and ink now pale,I found a fire, steady, hale.Not a warrior with sword or steed—But a pen, a dream, and fearless creed.He spoke of Rama not in gold,But as a man—strong,... Continue Reading →

First Love, Filmfare Style

Write about your first crush. Crush.Such a tiny word for the tsunami it brings inside us.Say it out loud, and you’re instantly teleported to the clumsy, dreamy corridors of school life—where hearts raced faster than the school bell. Oh no, my first crush came with curly hair, poetic dialogues, and a flair for slow-motion walks... Continue Reading →

Suitcase Dreams, Piggy Bank Screams

What countries do you want to visit? What countries do I want to visit? Honestly, all of them. If Vitamin M – M for Money, not Mangoes – ever decides to flow freely into my account, you might just see me at every airport gift shop, buying magnets I don’t need and smiling in languages... Continue Reading →

Rent-Free Thoughts in a Penthouse Brain

What’s your favorite thing about yourself? If you ever asked me, “What’s your favorite thing about yourself?” I’d probably answer, “My mind—because it’s got better range than my home Wi-Fi and rarely disconnects in awkward social situations.”There’s something magical about liking your own brain. It’s not about IQ or degrees or how many tabs you... Continue Reading →

The Unsung Symphony: A Father’s Quiet Song

There’s a kind of music that doesn’t clamor for attention. It doesn’t rise in pitch or beg for applause. It hums in the background—steady, reliable, and warm. That music is a father’s love. And Father’s Day is the rare moment we pause to truly hear it.A father is not always the loudest cheerleader. Sometimes, he... Continue Reading →

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