“ Mera beta bahut badi MNC mein Director hai. Aur chota beta sarkari afsar hai ,”   I heard an old man boasting about his kids amidst his re...

I am scribbling this story at 4:17 AM in the morning after a dream broke my sleep. The dreams that one sees at this time of the hour are har...

Once a pregnant woman and her husband visited a doctor with her 3 year old daughter. “We are not ready for a second child yet”, she told to ...

Being at the ocean always makes me feel guilty — guilty about being one of those rats from the mainland, endlessly racing against each other...

There it sits—one of the rarest photos of my father, lovingly referred to as Papa. Taken in our family home in Navi Mumbai during the 1990s,...

Last Friday, during the vibrant ongoing   Ganesh Festival , I set out on a full-day spiritual and cultural journey through the heart of Pune...

This year’s   Ganesh Festival   has been truly special for me. It was the first time I joined a   Dhol Taasha Pathak   – something I had dre...

Here’s a still from Shamika’s recent, self-choreographed Bollywood dance performance—a vibrant frame that captures the energy, grace, and se...

Yesterday was one of those nights that will be etched in my memory for a long time. It was Amit’s birthday — or as we like to call it, his 1...

I once read a story about a fisherman who was resting under a coconut tree by the beach. His boat was parked nearby, and he had just finishe...

She is the first member of   Generation Beta   (born between   2025 and 2039 ) in our family. Ishita, a bundle of joy, visited our home yest...

This is an incident from the year 1986, a time when I was a child just beginning to explore my fascination with the Mumbai railways. Our hom...

As a child, I was very fond of my   Nana .  Usually, grandchildren have fond memories of their grandfathers — especially their maternal ones...

I am a father of two kids – a daughter, a member of Gen Z (born between 1997 and 2012), and a son who belongs to Gen Alpha (born after 2012)...

She always wears a smile of kindness on her innocent face. Her black, mystic eyes always held many untold stories. They seemed to speak only...

She sat there for hours in our living room, in the same position, without speaking a word. I was a teenage boy in the 1990s—her grandson. I ...

Her name is   Suvidha . She is a maid, a single mother, and the world to her little son. Life has been an endless tug-of-war between surviva...

I being a non-smoker, non-drinker and a vegan do not find pubs and bars an inclusive place to visit for team outings. But things become too ...