We gather events that we'd prefer to forget during our lives. These recollections can be more than undesirable. Learn to forget them here.

Russia is the largest country on the globe by area. It is divided into the continents of Asia and Europe, which is to date a big topic of...

James Bond fandom made me follow most of its character actors and actresses. With the fandom for the culture, language, class, and...

The culture of the United Kingdom is something very unique in the world. As portrayed by English films and novels, the ‘Brits’ are often...

While in pain during the rain; or when at gain and if everything is in vain; where I’m sane in house full of insane …why is that only one...

In this time when world hit disease gripped my life in a way that made me sit at home permanently, I had a wonderful time exploring my...

In the light puffs of Marlboro which dissipate in air, you appear as sassy as you could. ...

It’s time to come around the same edge I’ve been trying to corner since an year now. Our life carves the events perfectly in the very way...

One relatively less hot afternoon, I was engrossed in studying. Just then as usual, sleep arrived and started pulling the shutters of my...

While returning from work the other day, my ears were stuffed with earphones and my mind was describing the beauty which I saw enroute...

Thus, Shweta has now been distanced from the city of her dreams. It’s like her dream took 8 long years to completely shatter. Shweta...

Its an interesting journey to become a woman from a girl.. Not only she goes through the physical changes; a lot more changes about the...

It was a mid summer evening.. Shweta sat in the balcony, relaxed on a chair with her feet touching the balcony railing. Earphones plugged...

The city of my dreams, as it has always been, seems alienated from me today. My love for this city has been independent of the person...

My first published work!

This is a tribute to that world, again and again… I want to visit again that abode, flow like that mighty river and smell again that wet...

That was the end of this sweet but virtual friendship. Shweta looked at a white sheet of paper lying across the bed. It was a sketch of...

Further story coming soon… keep following this space for Chronicles of Shweta’s life, an untitled story. That day, on her way back Shweta...

It was ‘1st April’ the first day of her coaching. Sun was above the head, shining brightly. Its blinding brightness made it difficult to...

Shweta kept aside her phone and sat down. She was still mesmerized by the events of the day and was teary eyed thinking about the...