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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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
