• Thou shalt keep learning

    Thou shalt keep learning

    One of the things I have always wanted to do was to take a course on creative writing. When I was looking for a Masters in 2012, I remember being told by my advisor to go through the courses and find 3-4 that excited me. I had obviously clicked on Creative Writing but the thought…

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  • What does mental health mean to you

    I love taking e-courses. Anytime I have a question – why do we go to war, what is gender, how to write superhero characters – I go onto edX and find an e-course. So, when I was trying to come up with themes I would like to talk about on mental health, I obviously went…

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  • Of nerdism, reading and challenges

    Two years ago, I wrote this post on rediscovering reading and after I had published it, I distinctly remember feeling like I had let myself down – especially the younger self who thrived on books. It felt like I had given up, and that I would never again find that joy of a good book,…

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  • The new mommy

    The new mommy

    The door was wide open so Vishesh did not think he would be unwelcome. He had his favourite panda clutched in one hand as he stopped at his parents’ bedroom door. He couldn’t see daddy well but he could see his new mommy. She was asleep. Vishesh remembered her smile. The cookies she had baked…

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  • Reason number five sixty one

    Yuri didn’t want to be here. He really, really didn’t want to be here. But this wasn’t the first time his thoughts on a subject were discounted as irrelevant. So he tried to distract himself by staring at the wall in front of him. If his principal shifted just a little to the left, he’d…

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  • The pink stuff

    The pink stuff

    Veer was sitting on the porch, his arms were crossed across his chest and while his eyes were angry, his pouting lips showed he was more disappointed than angry. He had been asking mummy if the TV was fixed and she kept repeating the same thing, ‘not yet love. It will be soon.’ It was…

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  • The first time you heard music

    You know you’re off to a party when you smell your mother’s perfume. It’s the special one, you know this because she wears it occasionally. It’s a heavenly smell but you don’t have the words to describe it. It’s just special mom smell for you.

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