A box full of memories!

Returning hometown, especially to an Indian home, has its own advantages – you get stuffed to the neck with delicious, homecooked food; bed feels warmer with your old blanket, and sleep is peaceful after the ‘champi’ (head-massage) by your mom; the nature smells divine as the pollution is nowhere to find; and friends that are

Letter from a ghost!

A cold night, a warm black hoodie, hands in the pockets, and headphones in the ears. Eyes half-closed, as steps, blindly followed the usual route on the tune of “Perfect“. Serene streets, misty air, and not even a single living entity insight. It was just another midnight walk, on my favorite streets of IIM Bangalore.

To Dad, with Love :)

Dear Baba, First of all, very very happy returns of the day! 🙂 Now, the confession. I know that I am not the best son, and I have never been. I get angry on you for no apparent reasons, don’t call you often, hardly speak for 5 mins a day and the list goes on