Prompt: A conversation you still replay in your head. Some conversations stay with you not because they were intense or emotional, but because they slowed something down inside you. This one happened on an ordinary weekday afternoon in a small, quiet bookstore. The kind where time doesn’t feel aggressive, and no one pressures you to…
Of Sakha, Faith, and Homecoming
I had worshipped Lord Krishna – my Sakha – ever since I learned what God and devotion were. Our relationship was built over a lifetime of prayers, faith and reliance. Not in a ritual-heavy, incense-and-bells way. More like old friends who talk in shorthand. Sakha energy. Easy. Familiar. Intimate. And then, somewhere along the way,…
Of Men, Bears & Who Pays on the First Date: Beyond Dinner: What Women Are Really Paying For
Men think paying for dinner on a first date is a big deal. But the truth is, women face far greater risks. While he’s calculating the bill, she’s calculating risk. Sharing her live location, texting a friend the venue name, watching her drink, assessing exits, reading tone shifts, and wondering if this man will respect…
Food, Fumbles, and Fortitude
Food has a way of pulling us in, not just through hunger, but through memory, ritual, and the small rebellions we make in the kitchen. When I was growing up, the kitchen was always alive with food, but I had never cooked. I only watched, spices sizzling, Mustard and Cumin Seeds popping, the slow comfort…
Best, Then Better
She didn’t chase perfection. She called what she had the best, and somehow, it always felt true. A quiet morning? The best. A meal that tasted better than expected? The best. A day that unfolded without resistance? Easily the best. She didn’t say it to tempt fate. She said it because she meant it. And…
My Word of the Year for 2026
What is a “Word of the Year”? Instead of making a long list of resolutions that fade by February, a Word of the Year is a single word you choose to guide you through the entire year. One word. One focus. One guide for your entire year. Pick it, live it, let it shape your…
Of Doodh Soda and Yesterday’s
“Darling darling, dil kyun toda, thoda peelo peelo doodh soda.” When I heard Gaurav Gera mouth this line in the film Dhurandhar, a distant memory stirred, I noticed it, acknowledged it, and promptly shrugged it aside because I was too engrossed in the film. But memory is a stubborn thing. It doesn’t always fade when…
House No 2025
When the clock struck midnight on January 1st, 2025, I stepped into a new house. Not a literal one of bricks and mortar, but a year alive with possibility. From the outside, it looked like just another year, just another beginning. But inside, House No 2025 had its own heartbeat, welcoming me with every corner,…
Joy Goes Rogue #BlogaberryCC
Nobody talks about this, but JOY has terrible timing. It doesn’t show up when you’re actively hunting it, while lighting candles, journaling with your fanciest pen, or curating the “perfect morning routine.” No. Joy prefers to go rogue. It shows up when your hair looks like a crime scene, your T-shirt has a mysterious stain,…
Grok Is All Crock: Why I’m Still Not Afraid of AI Taking Over the World
Yesterday, I shared a simple before–and–after picture on my Instagram. A personal milestone marking two years of steady inner and outer growth. Nothing dramatic, nothing performative. Just a quiet acknowledgement of how far I’ve come. As a writer, I love testing how technology interprets human stories. So, I shared my before-and-after picture with Grok, an AI assistant developed…