As a string of poplar Bollywood numbers are belted from a party in one of the hostels, I am, in the light of my table lamp, tapping the keys of my laptop. My roommate is tossing and turning, unable to sleep with all the crooning from the speakers and...

Where did all those fairy dreams and hopes go? A tiny shoot-ling of cynicism has crept inside and established its roots like some old tenant claiming the house for their own! There used to be a time when I could just let myself berserk and dream on...

Weirdness. Afloat in some limitless universe. A Bottomless pit receives. darkness that can be worded not. a shameful feeling of loneliness in the opening paragraphs of life. Eye full of searchlights scanning the skies In the...

Random pages from the scrapbook I made for my sister's birthday.

This series was done as a part of the play "Andhayug" that NID's Khel is putting up, with Arshia Sattar at the helm and Mallika Sarabhai's 'Natrani' supporting us. We were asked to express in words and/or images what the play meant to us. This was my...