I’m a 90s kid born and brought up in India with minimal exposure to technology. No, I wasn’t brought up in jungles or a village with a lack of basic amenities; I was just isolated with not many friends or adults around me to engage. As a result, I missed out on some of the…
Category: Personal Stories
A series of reflections on some of my experiences at university, work & life in general that impacted my life & led to change & growth.
A letter to You
One of my best friends asked me, ‘how is it that you’ve been so strong?’ Like many great humans in the past may have already said this my reply to it is, ‘when you love someone with every ounce of your heart & you lose them at hands of death not once but twice. Since…
Breaking Point?
What prompts you to wake up in the middle of the night could be thirst, the sound of thunder and the sight of lightening or all of it. What keeps you up at nights or prompts you to wake up in the middle of nights could also be either love, betrayal, heartbreak, memories of the…
Mirror Mirror…
#3YearsAgo I had my life’s funniest experience: At school there was this new girl; tall, skinny yet sexy. Let’s call her Sara. We went to a 3 day camp to a place called Hatu nearby Shimla. It was an ‘only girls’ trip. This trip is one of the best I’ve ever had. It’s an awesome…
That Early Morning Earthquake.
One of the best memories: It happened in one of those peak summer days in Patiala when people are endangered by the hot loo blowing at noon and the burning surfaces of roads/streets/terraces. One can never walk bare foot on terrace of their house. Even the stray animals kept resting under shades of trees until…
Everyday had been Mother’s Day
Born in a Hindu family, a point came in my mother’s life when she fell in love with the Sikh religion. In her words ,”I had read many holy books, every good quote that came in my time’s newspaper but nothing satisfied my thirst for peace. Then when the first time I read the Guru…
Teenage Lessons(Until Now…)
I started to pen down my thoughts quite a long time ago, either on diaries or shared them on Facebook. Recently, I came across one of my Facebook status’ from 2013 and realised that experiences of life never cease until we cease to exist. So, here is the addition to those thoughts of the past….
Daata- Maa
None in our family actually ever celebrated mother’s day because for us everyday was mother’s day. My sisters chatted to her almost everyday (big thanks to technology). I lived with her for almost 18.5 years minus 3 months of all my trips without her. At very young age I didn’t like mom, because she was…
The Suppressed Feelings
In the recent past, I have been feeling low and have had nagging thoughts about life.Last year my mother passed away, yet life never took a single break. Some days pass by, thinking about her, the moments with her and her life until it ended.A scene that haunts me- her inability to speak for her…
Mesmers 
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