Taking a journey down memory lane — I grew up in a house full of people, and there was no such thing as a “my” room. In contrast to today’s situation, where children prefer solitude and privacy to socializing and playing in groups, a part of me still longs to relive those childhood memories all over again.

Tips and tricks for budding creative writers. — Being a beginner in any field comes with a ton of self doubts along with the excitement to start a career. I have been working professionally as a copywriter and content writer for over 2 years now. I have started writing since the time I had no idea about the…

Do you miss those days when you could travel freely without the fear of catching a new and updated virus variant? Now we just live with the good old travel memories. But planning for a trip was never that easy though, from selecting a destination according to one’s budget, to…

Feminism in India simplified. — Feminism, the hated term in India or say, a term that people in India are afraid of. Feminists are given different names like feminazi, man hater or, female monsters. The closest people come to accepting it is by saying that 'why is feminism even required, we believe in equality.' Well…

A JOURNEY TO REMEMBER It was March of 2016 when my family planned on a vacation to Amritsar and then heading higher up to the Kashmir Valley (the paradise on earth as you know it to be). So, I won't scribble about the trip till Amritsar as it was a…

Unity in diversity. Starting the day with the tap, scroll, double tap, password unlocked, scrounging through the deep social life of people. Oh! what a fashionista, a wannabe model, hell she is so ugly. From being tossed between personal, professional,"secret" life, we are individuals. Are we? Let’s term them as…

The last journey. — That day the sun was at its reddest hue. Those oozing rays of the setting sun, Brought message of a lamenting loss. It was the day when the father asked To clad his beloved daughter in the prettiest attire. To paint her lips with the ruby red tincture. To cover her bare head with luscious hair extensions. It was the farewell day. Farewell which would never turn to a coming back.

The triumph of love. When the days are gloom And the night is dark The only place I find a room Is in the warmth of your arms. When love was deep And all I need Is to be with thee With no words,no thoughts,no action With just you and me…

The notification light blinked . She opened it to find out those three magical words from the one who was her prince charming since her school girl days..... (Crying inside) . . . She wished he had said this to her before she was all dressed up as a bride that day.