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 →

Spiritual Wi-Fi: Full Bars, No Bills

What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily? There it sits—worn at the edges, the cover faded like an old photograph, pages wrinkled with wisdom and watermarks from tears (and spilled coffee). No leather-bound luxury, no gold-embossed modern upgrade—just my humble Bible, the oldest thing I own and the most used object... Continue Reading →

Lanes of Love, Lights of Laughter

Describe one of your favorite moments. Some moments are like bubble wraps—pop one, and a hundred memories spill out.It’s almost unfair to ask for a “favourite moment” when life serves an entire buffet. There are mornings that smell like hope, afternoons that taste like chaos, and evenings that feel like a lullaby. But then, some... Continue Reading →

Unscheduled Holidays & Unfiltered Happiness

What notable things happened today? Today, the skies wept like a Bollywood heroine in the climax scene, and as the rain poured, so did the chaos inside my home.School declared a holiday — not for any festive reason, but because the roads outside looked like reluctant rivers forming without Google Maps’ permission. And just like... Continue Reading →

Dear Diary, I Think I’m in Love… with Everything

What are you passionate about? They say passion is fire. But mine? Mine is more like a warm, bubbling pot of stew—comforting, messy, sometimes spicy, but always filling.I’m passionate about many things. In fact, I might just be an emotional multipurpose tool—like a Swiss Army knife but with more glitter and less blade.🖋️ Writing is... Continue Reading →

Falling for Spring, Flirting with Fall

What is your favorite season of year? Why? If you ever asked me to choose a favorite season, I’d probably stand there like a confused ice cream flavor at a five-star buffet—do I pick the comfort of vanilla (winter), the sparkle of mango (summer), the nostalgia of caramel swirl (monsoon), or the mystery of pistachio... Continue Reading →

Echoes of a Quiet Mind

What’s the one luxury you can’t live without? "Luxury is not always a thing; sometimes it's a pause." When someone says “luxury,” most people think of a Louis Vuitton bag, a penthouse suite with a view of the Eiffel Tower, a personal butler named Charles who brings them morning tea and existential advice.But if you... Continue Reading →

Between Laptops and Lego Blocks

Who do you spend the most time with? I spend most of my time juggling two chaotic, lovable worlds—my kids and my work. One is full of deadlines, targets, and coffee; the other is bursting with crayons, giggles, and suspiciously sticky fingers. Together, they make my life look like a sitcom written by a very... Continue Reading →

The Name That Named Me

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be? I love my name. It’s not just a label—it’s a song, a story, a signature of my soul. Changing it? That feels like replacing the sun with a disco ball. Sure, it might shine, but will it feel like home?Names, you see,... Continue Reading →

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