Posts from the lifestyle category.
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, ...
I didn’t pick up The Art of Focus on a calm morning with incense burning and soothing flute music in the background — although that might have made me look more aligned with the title. Instead, I opened it on a messy weekday evening, surrounded by half-finished tasks, buzzing phone notifications, and a mind that felt like 37 browser tabs open at once. Ironically, I reached for a book about focus w...
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...
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’...
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...
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!
