"While his heart bled out; a hum broke the gate to his soul."

August 2, 2016

Fall to me is like Holi in India - Colorful, gleeful, leaf-ful. Many love stories of a single tree perish away in the reds, the blues, the ambers; baring to bone the lover that held it all together, and germinating a life of stark loneliness in brutal winter. If trees...

July 21, 2016

I want to love someone; I want to be loved!! In both scenarios, in addition to all the fluff we call romance, we can trace our feelings back to some shade of daddy issues; or mommy issues; or in some very unfortunate cases both.

I obviously have nothing a...

July 8, 2016


"Rip it," is the first thought that crosses the mind. "Take it, quickly make it your own. Just ignore the shades of color or even the tone!" The excitement swallows all else.

But is that the right path? 

A tucked away voice in my heart says "Don't just r...

June 15, 2016

For the longest time I wondered what was really a stereotype? Not that I didn't know but I just wanted to reason it; just for the heck of it. So, I did, and the subject of my deep philosophical investigation was Grandma! You could watch movies or read indian books, the...

October 2, 2015

A novel is written, sold, celebrated, treasured and archived. But there is something that is never the same - It's the author's intimacy with the characters that at times end up bending his own reflection. 

This is the first post of the 'Making of Punk Sunk Love series'...

September 28, 2015

The cars on the highway were zipping by. My hands were firm; my legs on the peddle; the warm caffeine swiveled down leaving aromatic eye poppers up in the air. This was it; I could feel the thrill that would come with hitting the gas and so I did through 100 miles befo...

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