LIGHTER SIDE

I sat in my room, thinking about what could be the worst thing that could happen if I don't continue to blog. The answer was- Nothing. The world would just move on with one less "blogger". Blogger? I think I can call myself one. Been doing this since...

“Odisha”! “We are doing it”!
“Yes. Done”!
“No .. Seriously...”

It usually begins with the packed bags.
Butterflies were waking up in my tummy as the bats screeched through the night sky. Neon lights flashed the coach number. Pretty pink!
The first stop was to be Chennai. Taxi ride to the Chennai Airport was a noisy blur. Music has always been a touchy subject for me. I needed very specific music, tuned to perfection to my moods. My playlist was full of oddities. Adelle to Anoushka Shankar...

I miss writing letters. My father would tell me this story of my childhood. When I was about 2 or 3 years old, and had been staying with my grandmother, my father would write letters to me. My grandmother would give me those letters and say to me, “See...