“I stand in front of the mirror, stark naked, not liking what I see, I could be thinner, and different, so, I starve yet another night,...

“The death of a dream can be, in a way, sadder than that of a living being. Sometimes it all seems so unfair.”― Haruki Murakami...

In Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino writes: you take delight, not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer, it gives to a...

A blue box arrived at my doorstep. It said it was custom-made to meet my haircare requirements. It promised great texture, volume, and...

Everyone loves food is a silly, little blanket statement that doesn't apply to all. For some of us, food is more than three or four meals...

Jhumpa Lahiri's Whereabouts is quite unlike her other books. I prepared to rip my heart out of the chest as I pre-ordered it.

If you've ever suspected I was slightly abnormal, here's a confession: I am. I really did stalk an ex on Swiggy. While going through a...

Everyone loves freedom. It's not even up for debate.

Cafe Coffee Day has reached places where even Airtel signal hasn't — a couple of years ago, this was a commonplace joke which sort of...

I've forgotten what it feels like to be an actual person. An adult. Someone who puts on pants and walks into the real world with conviction.

As good as new — a thrift store declared. It was an unsullied, foreowned floral boxy shirt that the owner probably outgrew or exchanged.

“Make sure the kids eat.” Those were my mother’s last words.

In Stardust, Neil Gaiman writes "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?"

Bukowski was a badass. Rarely did he speak about his writing routine, but when he did, he spoke a great deal.

“I’d love to do nothing” — that’s all I wanted from this holiday. Perhaps take some walks, breathe in the fresh air, and eat local...

“You take delight not in a city’s seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.” ― Italo Calvino,...