Summer. One fateful summer day, when the sky was bluest of the blue, not a single cloud in sight. The sun shone in its brightest, the heat unbearable. I saw her, she was beautiful. She was sitting on a porch, she wore a white summer dress, her beautiful legs rested upon each other. Her brown … Continue reading SEASONS OF LOVE.



The sweeping stairs of Gangtok never stop to amaze me even if I have been using them all my life. All those winding trails, ups and downs and the tiled and slippery ones of the MG Marg. I tell all my friends and family to be careful while walking on those tiled ones, which seems … Continue reading Stairs.

Summer Snapshots.

Summer morning at my village, North Sikkim.The little house was once my home, and now it's just an abandoned shack. Silent afternoon after the chaos. My siblings were tired and sleeping after throwing a fit. It's hard to be an elder sister. Cloudy and chilly summer afternoon, there were heavy downpours later. Its always raining … Continue reading Summer Snapshots.

He is fighting the November chills.

In the quiet night streets, his face glows with the streetlights that throws a detailed view to his wasted features. The sandy brown hair and his bony face with his brown eyes are the spectacular view of his face. The dark blue t shirt covered by his black leather jacket, his denim jeans and his … Continue reading He is fighting the November chills.

Memories of March: Story Slam at Chandigarh.

Chandigarh was covered with the color of fall, even though it was the month where people played with the color of spring. We made our way through the golden trail to our destination, The Rumor Mill Cafe at Sec-7. As we entered the venue, the sweet aroma of coffee hit me. It was my first … Continue reading Memories of March: Story Slam at Chandigarh.