This is the tale of Bandi Chhor Divas – the day of liberation, celebrated by Sikhs all over the globe. The year was c.1617 and the sixth Sikh Guru, Guru Hargobind Ji was living in Amritsar. Mughal Emperor Jahangir, based in Agra, ruled over the whole of India and Chandu Shah, a rich banker, had … More The Tale Of Bandi Chhor Divas
Head in hands, elbows planted on the mahogany frame of his bedroom window, he gazes laxly into the distance. It’s a Saturday in early Autumn and it’s 6.32pm. Pink, yellow, orange and purple flecks have been smeared across a bluey canvas, dotted with little clouds – almost like an afterthought. The sweet sound of birds … More There’s No Place Like Home
Flushed cheeks and watery eyes, the crisp morning breeze streamed rabidly through her hair. Teeth chattering, she glanced upwards momentarily, the mammoth flame was growing steadily. She stretched her arms out and wiggled her fingers, the heat began to warm her fingertips. There were 16 of them, to be precise; divided into four compartments of … More The Perfect Morning
The whole concept of a person being here one minute and then gone the next was wild to her. It’s not that she hadn’t dealt with death before, it was part and parcel of having a big family she’d learnt over the years; you were basically signed up to a never-ending cycle of marriages, births … More Just Like That…
He’s an older man, most likely in his early seventies. Smartly dressed in a dark grey and white checkered suit, but you can tell that it’s not a special occasion, he always dresses like this. His arms are crossed and resting neatly upon a rounded stomach that moves up and down with each long breath … More The Man On The Train
She claims to hate her. Forever criticising and disapproving of everything she does. She vows to be proud if she turns out nothing at all like her. She doesn’t understand her she says, she never has, she never will and she doesn’t want to. But she doesn’t hate her. Far from it in all honesty, … More A Strained Bond
It’s the middle of the night and here I am in seat 15K, one of the many window seats of an Emirates plane heading from Bali to Doha. It’s been about two hours since we took off I think, only six/seven more to go! I rarely ever sleep on flights, usually opt to amuse myself … More Writings On The Plane
It’s five o’clock in the evening and I’m in my patchwork pyjamas, sitting comfortably on a wooden deck chair with a firm pillow lodged behind my back. I’m situated on a porch just outside the bungalow which I’ll be calling home for the next week. The temperature dial tells me that it’s currently 28 degrees … More Feeling Inspired
Last month I embarked upon a trip that restored my faith in humanity. I know right, that’s a pretty bold statement to make, but it’s true! I journeyed across various Indian states from Maharashtra to Karnataka, Telangana to Bihar, and New Delhi to Punjab along with my parents and a bunch of people, from various … More A Trip To Remember
It was a frosty Wednesday morning and she was power-walking her way to work, only one thought occupying her mind: there was no doubt about it, for the past nine months she’d been stuck in a rut. Nine months. Nine WHOLE months. She could’ve done something productive like created a new life in that time! But no, she’d opted to … More The Rose-Tinted Specs
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