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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...
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. ...
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...
Some books arrive like old friends. Others enter like sudden winds that rearrange the curtains of your inner room. Chopra’s Abundance walked in like a polite guest with a quiet smile… and then proceeded to rearrange half the furniture in my mind. Not violently — but gently, insistently, the way a truth does when it’s been waiting far too long.Deepak Chopra, of course, is no stranger to this partic...
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!
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...
There are books that inform you, and then there are books that change how you see. Hide But Seek by Mishti Verma belongs to the latter — the kind that quietly rearranges your thoughts, leaving you both stirred and stilled.I’ll admit, as a man, I began this book with curiosity — almost as an observer, wanting to understand what “the feminine voice” truly means in a world that often speaks over it. ...
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...