Life is a collection of moments. We live through some, exist in most and observe the rest. For most of us, support doesn’t come in the way we need it. Appreciation and criticism come when we need them, and more often than not, when we don’t. We can only ever hope to experience every moment… Continue reading Moments
“It was a dark and stormy night…”, wrote Sahil in his little notebook. The last time he had written a story beginning with these words was in Standard 9, that too for the final English paper for the year. Did pretty well with it, he recalled. So why was he writing a story with the… Continue reading Snip
It’s almost pitch black when his eyes open. The only sound he can hear is the loud splash from the tiny drops of water hitting the bottom of a ceramic basin in the corner, as they slowly escape the rusty tap above it. He looks around, and realises he’s tied to the chair by the… Continue reading The Horror Chair
Today is India’s Independence Day. The roads weren’t as chaotic with traffic, the trains were empty compared to the regular madness on a Friday. I went to South Mumbai and walked about, taking a few photographs along the way. These are the photographs I took, seeing stories in them.