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I am sure, most of us will either lower our voice, our eyes and get an image in mind when ever the word Kamasutra is mentioned. Even the most modern minds will immediately rush toward a narrow, sensational image—explicit positions, erotic indulgence, or taboo pleasure. This reductionist view has done a deep injustice to one…
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I didn’t plan to talk to her.Libraries are silent places, and strangers usually stay strangers. But there was something about the way she stared—not reading, not scrolling, not sleeping—just staring. As if her body was present, but her mind had stepped out long ago. When I tapped her gently, she flinched. Then she looked at…
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I always thought ageing would come with wisdom, calmness, maybe a little grey hair and some joint pain.What I didn’t expect that waking up at 45 feeling like my brain was a browser with 47 tabs open, 12 frozen, and music playing from somewhere I couldn’t find. This wasn’t midlife.This was perimenopause—the underrated, misunderstood hormonal…
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I don’t remember when my life stopped belonging to me. Maybe it happened the day I took my first corporate job.Maybe the day I got my first promotion.Or maybe the day I convinced myself that running was the only way to survive. In my adult life , every day morning started the same way—the alarm…
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The café was unusually quiet that evening. It’s early winter air outside that has pushed people indoors, and the warm lights bouncing off the wooden counters felt comforting. That’s when I saw him—my friend of many years, walking in slowly, one hand pressing the left side of his forehead as if trying to hold something…
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There came a moment in my relationship when I realised I was circling back to the same emotional crossroad — the same argument, the same fear, the same pattern of withdrawal or overreaction. It felt uncanny, almost scripted, like déjà vu that kept replaying with slightly different faces and words but the same emotional ache…
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“Why do you keep circling back to the same point?” my friend asked, half-annoyed, half-concerned.We were sitting at our usual café corner, both of us pretending to sip coffee but lost in our own minds. I had been talking — or rather, unloading — for an hour straight. About the things I “shouldn’t have done,”…
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At sixteen, Aanya believed that love meant never letting go. Her world was small then — a handful of school friends, dreams scribbled in notebooks, and a heart that fluttered every time Aarav smiled at her. He was everything she thought she wanted: popular, charming, effortlessly confident. Girls in school would whisper his name with…
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Knowing who we really are is one of life’s greatest challenges. Our identities are influenced by society, education, culture, and family from an early age. However, beneath all of those exterior layers is a deeper version of ourselves, our true selves, the things that make us special. For a long time I have wondered :…
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In today’s hyper-connected world, we are constantly bombarded by news of success, wealth, happiness, and achievements of others. Whether it’s a peer getting a promotion, a neighbour buying a luxurious home, or headlines about billionaires expanding their empire, these stories can quietly breed discontent in our hearts. Why does someone else’s progress feel like a…
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