Our worlds have shrunk to the smallest physical dimensions within our homes during the lockdown times. The first few days there were a lot of excitement, the spouses dividing the house work , cooking , cleaning etc etc Children doing their bit , lot of family time , movies , games etc etc but after a few weeks the same individuals are ready to tear each other apart , shouting , arguing and even fighting for some space .well it’s

The week that went by, kept the media in a tizzy. They had finally something juicy to report, beyond the grim COVID numbers, that they could play in loop. The virus of the rich now had a religion too. Images were flashed with sinister music playing in the background. That’s the stuff journalists’ dreams are made of these days. They were back on familiar ground. Then there was news of health care workers (HCWs) getting manhandled and spat upon. Now

There was a time when I thought I will quit writing because I was always told to study well and get job. For a middle-class family, Government service tops every other job. But I am glad, I never gave up. Initially, I funded my work with small amounts and with the time I got many awards and accolades. Working with the local press has also been a source of income. I am currently pursuing my Master’s degree along with writing.

Weeks go by with daily updates of the news, social media ,friends and family members about the COVID pandemic. These uncertain times can lead to stress. Therefore, it is significant to take care of ourselves both mentally and physically. Whilst everyone is at home to together, take this time to enjoy yourselves by watching uplifting movies. Go out for a walk with the dog or play with your pets and children. If you need to have quiet time, read a

A virus, we hear, is on a world tour.On a rampage, to scare and share the flu. Age no bar, no nationality it has sparedThe good men and the bad, equally being dared. We mortals, with the fear of the unknown decided to stay in and away, from this killer at large checking on the news for its proximity from our own address, every second hour. Spreading panic, shedding humanityHoarding ration, breaching the rules Sparing no thoughts for the one’s sans a

Quite a few of you know that I am in Mumbai since February. We’d packed in very few clothes because we didn’t plan to stay here beyond 2-3 weeks. But then, as my mum often likes to quote – Man proposes, God disposes. With not much going for us when it came to choice of clothes it was getting quite boring for us. Just when we thought, we should raid the malls, the novel virus started making itself visible here.

In muddy colors and broken smiles, love is all around us. Young children soaping their hands, counting up to 20 with careful concentration. They sneeze into their elbows and rush to use hand sanitizer. Barely old enough to ride a bike. Barely old enough to tie their shoes. But they care with their bright eyes and enormous hearts. Cherish this kindness, won’t you? This is their love. Neighbors offering to pick up prescriptions. Groceries and  diapers. Talking over fences, six

The week that has gone by has been unreal for all of us. We had hoped and prayed that the virus somehow skips our country. It was foolish optimism of course. So, ready or not, here it is. Social distancing is the new found talisman though the technical term should be ‘physical distancing’. I was myself tempted to distance myself from everything, including from my stray… err I mean Saturday thoughts. But then discipline gave a rap on my knuckles

A little birdie who lived in a forest was caught by a hunter and taken to the town. There she met many people as she was bought and sold, she shifted through many cages and many homes.When one fine day , after many months of staying captive a little boy opened her cage and her wings said hello to the wind again. As she returned back to her forest, she was asked by her friends about her experience with humans.

Love is joy, love is pain, it gives you wings and that glint and glow only love can explain. It’s tricky; sometimes sticky too. Love is everything we’ve heard of it and then some more. Most of us are looking for love but only a few are fortunate enough to find it. Sometimes we are in love with the idea of being in love. We’ve been in it for so long that we are afraid to step out of that