Why Sherlock’s Six Thatchers Was The Bomb

After a three year drought, we’ve finally been graced with an episode: The Six Thatchers. Spurting since 2014 when I was 12 years old, my own adoration of BBC Sherlock has been pretty long in my short life. For some time, I was a little girl who talked bizarrely fast but soon ran out of clever things to say. Plus, I got a nice British … Continue reading Why Sherlock’s Six Thatchers Was The Bomb

Jaipur Literary Festival 2017 — The Finest Sessions of Day 1.

  (Also published on Medium. But with lots more pictures which I couldn’t put here.) You get here every year, and it gets bigger. I cut my classes and persuaded my parents to get on road with me for five whole days, because I knew this. Jaipur Literary Festival was celebrating their 10th anniversary this 2017. I’d come to Jaipur’s Diggi palace twice before for … Continue reading Jaipur Literary Festival 2017 — The Finest Sessions of Day 1.

4 Powerful Reasons You Must Write A Diary In 2017

On the eve of 31st December, I plopped down on my house’s rooftop with my black diary to consider my 2016. I read some funny memories, few achievements I’d forgotten. I even came across some great thoughts I couldn’t believe had popped out of my own brain. The very same brain which ten pages ago — sprouted doggerel about losing my shoelaces in school. The number of … Continue reading 4 Powerful Reasons You Must Write A Diary In 2017

7 Incredible Emotions You Feel Teaching Underprivileged Kids at 14 Years

Teaching is one of those bewildering adult things. I didn’t expect myself to stumble into it at age 11. Especially when I was myself having a trouble in finding a friendly lunch table in my new Gurgaon school. But it wasn’t quite a surprise either. You see, I’ve been this annoyingly uppity – moralistic little girl all my life. On one such impulse, I wanted to teach … Continue reading 7 Incredible Emotions You Feel Teaching Underprivileged Kids at 14 Years

A Young Mother in the World War

  The long hall was finally silent after hours of commotion as sixty women, new mothers and some pregnant, lay resting on their beds side by side. The young girl’s labor had gone on way past midnight and they had to make her bite a pillow so her screams wouldn’t wake the babies. Previous labors had already emptied the one bottle of morphine the nurses … Continue reading A Young Mother in the World War