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. 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 Way to Home.

  “Chai! Chai!” The shrilling voice filled the compartment bringing me back from the trance, then it stopped as the owner of the voice stood infront me. “Bhaishab, chai?” He asked. He gave me his pleading look. I looked at his dark  face, his blue faded collared shirt and his big khaki pants dangling on … Continue reading The Way to Home.

The Life of ‘Other Indian’ in India.

"Hey, Chinky?" "Oii, momos and thukpas!" "Chinese." "Nepali." These are the some of the few names that we are used to, you can hear them when we are either roaming the streets of Delhi, Chandigarh or Bangalore or any parts of India. By looking at all the above words, you might be thinking that why … Continue reading The Life of ‘Other Indian’ in India.