Posts from the lifestyle category.
Meera and Shruti walked up to the elevator and went up to the train station. They only “spoke” on an app that was local to the Moon. Ravi was a hosting the app on a server in his house. They left Discord looking at the number of surveillance software installations. But, running the scanning software had become second nature to Meera. Shruti pointed to her phone with her eyes. Meera looked around a...
I am continuing to enjoy my commute and also learning to get new insight each ride. The good rainy day will definately follow a bad travelling day. All the potholes will be welcoming me. If you are travelling on the same route everyday, it seems we become one with the road we are on. Saying because I know the exact spots where the surface dips, where the cracks run deep, and where I need to swerv...
The morning at Chapter and Brew felt different.The usual rhythm-soft music, clinking spoons, sunlight sliding through the glass- was there, but quicker somehow, like the world had woken up a few minutes ahead of schedule.Kaia moved faster than usual.Her steps were sharp, her hair pinned up hastily, a strand falling near her cheek that she didn’t bother to tuck away. She adjusted the :pastries in t...
Gafur was a tall neatly dressed man. It was not everyday that a man like him walked into Sarabhai Nagar. He walked to the bank of elevators marked 4 and went down to the twelfth level. He took out his phone from his pocket to look for the flat number of Anwar’s residence. He saw a girl hugging two other girls and a boy. She looked like an Earthling. He felt like the Earthling was a younger version...
There’s something quietly humbling about watching the first light kiss a mountain peak. That tender moment when gold spills over white, and the world holds its breath — it’s not just sunrise; it’s surrender. Reading Climbing a Mountain: Short Stories Inspired by Trekking by Ranjit Kulkarni felt like standing in that fragile dawn — awed, aware, and suddenly small in the best possible way.I have not...
He didn’t believe in chaos. But some mornings had a way of rewriting quiet lives.The soft hum of music filled the room- the kind that didn’t demand attention but lingered in the air, like a heartbeat. The blinds were half-open, letting sunlight slip through in uneven bands that stretched across the floor, landing on carefully stacked books, a vinyl player, and a single plant he watered every morni...
There are books that inform, and then there are books that transform. The Power of Moments by Chip Heath and Dan Heath belongs firmly in the latter camp — the kind of book that makes you look up from the page, stare into space for a few seconds, and whisper to yourself, “Why didn’t I think of that?”I remember finishing the first chapter on a rainy Sunday morning, coffee in hand, and feeling oddly…...
Some mornings don’t ask for words, they unfold quietly, like a secret you’ve always known.. The door to “ Chapter and Brew” opened with its familiar creak. A soft breath of morning air followed her in - cool, gentle and alive.Here she was ‘ Kaia ‘ She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. The cafe seemed to exhale when she arrived, as though the ro...