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Sigmund Freud said that ' The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the great subterra...

Fact - Cabbies in Mumbai have become so choosy about the fares they take on that there is a higher likelihood of dear ol' Salman giving...

I am not a big fan of Valentine's day. Have always been conflicted about it, like I have about most things. So a part of me shuns the ...

Of course it has been too long. And don't tell me you didn't miss me. Somehow, I don't feel like writing so much nowadays. Wh...

People in villages have a lot of time on their hands. As well as a lot of curiosity in their stomachs. I say this with experience - whenev...

Raju was running late. It was the 4th of the month. Flying through the by-lanes of Kalbadevi, dodging tempos and thelas, the occasional ca...

The Terminal. A movie about a man who spent nine months at an airport terminal in NYC, waiting to be allowed to pass into the city so that h...

An episode of my life which I view with a lot of amusement now and what had seemed to be the biggest sorrow of my life at the time - When I ...

It has been long Since I wrote a song A streak of love sublime On the vast canvas of time When it entered my life I was fraught with s...

Last weekend I went and watched The Vagina Monologues and I must say it felt weird. I will also say at some point in this post that it was b...

She ran into the building, only just managing to register how impossibly tall it was. Last she had been in this part of the world, structure...

It's a tough time my love I fear I will melt away Under the strong gaze of the sun During these round the clock days The mind is f...

Today I went to watch a play called - One on One at the Tata Experimental Theater, Nariman Point. This experimental theater is a smallish...

Her eyes are on me I know it, o I do My fingers tremble slightly Remembering playing for her too For I am the piano man Getting paid by the ...

Do waqt ki roti nahi, toh ek baar hi sahi Marne ka freedom zaroor hai, azaadi hai yahi Kuch log kar aate hain duniya bhar ke chakkar Kuchhon...

Armaity Dilliwala looked incredulously at her report card again. No, there was no mistaking it. There it was. Third. She felt a little sick....

The way to my heart Is not an easy path The journey offers little consolation It is all about destination Coz I am the kinda gal Who once ho...

He already had a best friend. How could he have another? Seven-year old Akash was facing a dilemma. His school teacher had given his class a...

It was the first day and her stomach definitely knew it. She had put up a brave face while being dropped off at the gate, but now as the gre...

The car goes thump-a-bump As I shut me eye And there goes ol Missus Golita She always smells of apple-pie Look a little further Ho, 'tis...