A nice weekend was about to end. Around 8 pm on that Sunday evening, the entire process started repeating itself. The sadness that weekend was coming to an end. The indescribable weight of irritation and misery because of the coming Monday. The hope that...

He had an extended holiday weekend and he decided to go on a retreat. He left for his flat some 4 hours away. He was hoping to have a nice quiet time to think about his job, family, relationship and friends. There weren’t any fights or anything but he...

          It gives me immense pleasure to say that I’m posting the 50th post in the Monday Moments series. It’s been quite a journey. I remember moments when I couldn’t think of anything. And the moments when I just had too much to elaborate. I cannot be...

          They were in front of the Eiffel Tower with their hearts full of love and soul full of travel. As they sat looking at the beauty of the tower, they were drawn back to the novice stage of their relationship. They remembered how they...

          She opened her eyes to the sight of her husband and daughter peacefully sleeping next to her. It was a Sunday. No one was up yet. She was awake and just lying on the bed. She looked at them and couldn’t help but smile....

          Sitting relaxed on a comfortable swing chair facing the beach, he was wondering about his life. He thought about the time when he was a kid. Growing up was the only thing he wanted. And now that he was a 50-year-old adult, all he...

It was 5 AM. It felt peaceful. The entire half of the world seemed to be asleep. Such early mornings give her immense happiness. It’s like there was only her. There were no people. All the problems that existed seemed to have taken a break at these times. No...

          There are days which suck to the core. Not one thing fits into place. You don’t get the things you really want. There are no people to talk to because you’re pissed off at all of them. And the ones you need aren’t conveniently...

          He was going through a tough time. His mother was acting really different for some time now. She called him by her father’s name. She just zoned out sometimes. She forgot where she kept something time and again. That day she wasn’t able to...

          I haven’t done guests posts in a while. So here’s a wonderful poem by Ravindra Shenolikar, who’s my father. He had written a guest post titled Spontaneity earlier. Today he showed me this and I was ecstatic after reading it. Truth flows from every word in...