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The one solace through 2025 was reading. Books were the silent companion whether I realized it or not. Every train ride, walk and commute to office was made not just bearable by some of these volumes. Here is to more reading in 2026.

manan dedhia

Last of 2025

manan dedhia

Good riddance 2025

This past year felt like a blur. Looking back through my calendar, I can see all the events and highlights clearly marked. But most of them didn’t feel like it. The days melded into one long day that I sleep walked through. As the arrow of time turns the page on 2025, I am looking back through evidence to piece back the year that went by. And reminds me of what is not in the paper trail, but in me...

manan dedhia

Charleston

Paths well trod, and nary a resident in sight.

manan dedhia

Untitled

Winters in Pune: Mild Mornings, Golden Sunsets, and Cozy VibesWhen most people think of winter in India, they imagine foggy mornings in Delhi or freezing nights in the north. Pune, however, offers a completely different winter experience—gentle, pleasant, and quietly charming. Winters in Pune are less about heavy jackets and more about early-morning walks, warm cups of chai, and golden sunlight fi...

Kunal Nimje

Chapter 11: The Hi-Tea Welcome

The lounge buzzed with the soft clinking of china, warm chatter, and the sweet scent of pastries laid out across the long wooden table. Afternoon light poured through the wide windows, brushing the edges of the room in a gentle gold.Kaia stepped in quietly, meeting her new team’s bright faces. Her smile had a way of settling the room - soft yet steady.Amelia was the first to greet her.“Kaia! We we...

Komal Gujar

Chapter 10: A seat at the table.

Adrian guided Kaia through the glass corridor, the soft hum of morning conversatiion floating around them. The office, with its clean lines and warm tones, buzzed with the low excitement that always came with a new project - and today, a new team lead.Kaia walked beside him, composed yet quietly taking in every detail. Her heels clicked softly on the marble, her formal dress fitted and elegant, co...

Komal Gujar

Understanding Stroke: The Silent Threat You Can Prevent

1. What is a Stroke?A stroke occurs when the blood supply to part of the brain is interrupted, causing brain cells to die quickly.Ischemic Stroke (87% of cases): Caused by a blockage (clot or plaque) in an artery to the brain.Hemorrhagic Stroke: Caused by a blood vessel in the brain rupturing (often due to high blood pressure).Transient Ischemic Attack (TIA) or \Mini-Stroke\: Symptoms are temporar...

Tanatat Mokmongkolkul (Win)

Chapter 9: The Morning Follows Him

Adrian was in the middle of explaining a campaign report, when the HR manager’s voice broke through the background hum.“Adrian, your new relationship manager is here. Would you mind introducing her to the team?” He nodded without looking up, still scrolling through the figures of his tablet.”Sure, send her in.”He didn’t notice the first click of her heels on the polished floor.Not until he heard h...

Komal Gujar

Paws, Whiskers, Feathers and Wonders - Stories of Hope for Little Hearts - Book Review

Written by eight writers “Paws, Whiskers, Feathers and Wonders - Stories of Hope for Little Hearts” is an anthology. It’s a collection of literary works. In this case, it brings together short stories by different authors, each offering its own wisdom. Varied life philosophies and lessons are compiled together in this book - through vivid stories . Friendship. Kindness. How it can help someone ove...

jaee jadhav

How I met her Mother

It was during my 10th standard, and tuitions were almost compulsory. It didn't matter even if one was great at studies; one had to attend tuitions. There were three batches: Early Morning, Morning, and Evening batch. The Evening batch wasn't my choice, and I couldn't join the Morning batch – most students of this batch were from my own school. I just wanted to avoid the same group of friends. So, ...

Sukanya Patil

Chapter 8: Sunflowers at Noon

Adrian never really cared much for office gestures. Birthdays, welcome lunches, farewell cakes - they all felt rehearsed. But when his manager mentioned a new team member joining today, he found himself suggesting , almost without thought, “Let’s get some flowers for her desk.”Now walking through the glass doors of the office, the sunlight chasing his steps, he wondered why it had felt so necessar...

Komal Gujar

Chapter 7: The Man with Sunflowers

It was almost noon when Mrs. Alder walked in, her cheeks pink from the sun and her apron smelling faintly of roses.“Busy morning,” she said, setting her basket of trimmings down. “You two survived?”“Barely,” Elena said dramatically. “Kaia’s been a silent storm since seven.”Kaia gave her a look. “Some storms have purpose.”Mrs. Alder chuckled. “You always did sound poetic when you’re pretending you’...

Komal Gujar

Monday blues with mustard charm.

It was Monday morning, and I had to get up late after two lazy days—it was my typical Monday routine. I finished all my household chores and left home just in time to catch the bus. I rode my bike to the main bus stop, parked it there, and then took the bus to reach the office.As I traveled along my favorite route, the one with tree shade, I saw a mustard-colored school van ahead of me. There were...

Sukanya Patil

Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Tumhari Auqat Kya Hai by Piyush Mishra

I still remember the first time I heard Piyush Mishra live — his words flowing like a river that refuses to be dammed, each syllable carrying the weight of years, pain, joy, and unrestrained passion. The air itself seemed to hum with his energy, each note and gesture leaving invisible ripples that lingered long after the applause. Holding Tumhari Auqat Kya Hai now, I realize reading this book is l...

Sameer Gudhate

Old Fire Station

With warmest regards. From Woburn MA.

manan dedhia

Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Our Living Constitution by Shashi Tharoor

The funny thing about constitutions is that most of us don’t think about them until something shakes us. A protest on the street. A headline that burns our eyes. A conversation that leaves us unsettled long after the tea has gone cold. For me, it happened on a quiet Sunday morning, sunlight spilling across my table, newspapers spread out like a battlefield of opinions — and suddenly, I felt the we...

Sameer Gudhate

Chapter 6: Sunlight and Sugar.

The cafe was breathing again - that familiar morning hum Kaia loved the most. The sound of clinking cups, the smell of vanilla, and the faint music drifting from the old radio perched by the window.Elena was talking, as usual - her words tumbling faster than Kaia’s thoughts could keep up. “So, hear me out - what if we add raspberry glaze to the chocolate muffins? People love red things, you know. ...

Komal Gujar

Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of The Day I Stopped Watching Reels by Vira Sameer Gudhate

I launched my first book at 44My daughter launched hers at 11 — published by Pais Friends Library, Dombivli.And somewhere between those two milestones, I discovered that sometimes children don’t just follow our footsteps… they show us new paths.That revelation came to me through The Day I Stopped Watching Reels, the debut story by my daughter, Vira Gudhate. When she handed me the manuscript, I exp...

Sameer Gudhate

Evolutionary Sleeper

Sometimes a piece of music, something that you love dearly but just haven’t heard in a while comes on. And it puts a smile on your face. The playlist while waiting for Ne Obliviscaris (another band I adore) to get on stage for their set went from one gem to another. And then we were reminded of this piece of art and the genius that was taken from us too soon. Never got to see Cynic live and witnes...

manan dedhia

The Tiger

Somedays, I used to ask my father to draw something for me. And he used to. At least, that’s how I remember it . Or, it’s highly likely he might have chosen to try his hand in drawing himself. I don't remember to the point now, but he did draw for sure pretty enthusiastically.When in school, I loved drawing, sketching, painting. The dining table would turn into my art studio, with brushes, pencils...

jaee jadhav

Color days

This thoughtfully created paper bag rekindled my childhood days. I owned one of such book with all this cartoons and used to keep reading the same story again and again. It was fun to do such activities with no track of time. The very instinct that I had after seeing this was to colour it. What else could be the best activity to do on Children's Day!

Sukanya Patil

Drama

manan dedhia

Chapter 5: When the World Slowed Down

Adrian didn’t plan to stop.He never did.The morning sun was still soft, the kind of gold that clung to windows and rooftops, making everything look gentler than it really was. He was on his usual route, headphones in, his thoughts wandering somewhere between a new project at work and the playlist that never changed.But then-there it was.A small corner cafe, tucked between a bookstore and a florist...

Komal Gujar