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I have a Memory room, a safe place where all my memories are stored carefully, stacked in polished wooden boxes, some of which have...

I had a healthy disdain for the dances seen in Bollywood movies and I must admit that there has been a certain amount of snootiness in...

There are billions and billions of stories floating around in the world. Then there are those stories that are unique to every family -...

I've realised that I'm a hoarder, or should I call myself a collector ? I feel like a fraud when I call myself a collector because such...

I have a completely irrational love for typewriters. In spite of never having owned or used one, I’m overcome by the desire to possess...

It’s raining here in Kerala. Yesterday, as I was waiting outside my apartment building, I spotted a flower on the wet ground. It had...

My desk has an empty space the size of a calendar. The old one resides in the bin, its edges sticking out, saying goodbye to its home. I...

I write to clear the cobwebs from my brain. I write to inhale the fragrance of half-baked thoughts that come alive on paper. I write to...