An Open Letter to my God- Sachin Tendulkar

Dear Sachin, Belated Happy Birthday! I know this letter will never reach you for I am one of those million fans you have across the world but I do not want to let go of that minuscule chance of you reading it. When it comes to expressing how much I adore you and what all…

The last few moments before I left this world …

Something in me makes me feel proud of what I have achieved till now. From having walked barefoot five miles each way to school to now seeing both my sons as engineers and well settled, I have indeed come a long way in my life. My dreams have definitely come true. I try hard to…

Part I – The Resignation

Months ago! I threw myself on the chair and banged the desk as hard as I could; infuriated with what had just happened. My face turned red in anger while my blood boiled in rage and my eyes drooped as I unsuccessfully tried calling out Rahul, who sat next to me, for water. There was…

The Medal Conundrum – India at Olympics

A lot has been written and said about our performance at the Olympics this year. The performance at this year’s Olympics has not been what was hoped for but what surprised me more was the outpouring of the emotions on social media – most of which revolved around bashing a so-called-columnist or supporting our athletes –…

An open letter to my dad

Dear Dad, I know you are in a much better place but I can still feel your presence around me; I have always felt it. The feeling that you are always there besides me makes me feel confident and makes me believe that no matter how difficult the situation is, nothing can go wrong and…

Happy Birthday to the best friend

Little did I know that the small gesture that evening would change my life forever. I still have vivid memories of that evening; I will always have. The MBA session had begun just a week ago and Fr. Tony was teaching us Organizational behavior that evening. He had already divided the entire class in groups…

And She Chose Death…

Blood gushed out of her veins. The blood stained kitchen knife lay next to her, covered with the blue stole. The stole was her most precious birthday gift from him till now. The message was still open on her phone which rested near her, soaked in blood. It had been read a zillion times. “You…

The Mother Who Killed Her Own Daughter

My tears have dried up and my patience is now lost. As I lie down on the dusty iron-bed in solitary confinement, I look out of the small window and curse my fate. I have done that since they brought me here twenty days ago. Just outside the window, there is a different world where…

The last walk

The last walk – a small and humble tribute to a big man, The GOD With that little edge from the corner of my Kashmir willow, the twenty-four-year long journey comes to an end. My heart beats as fast as it can, hoping that the captain, Tino, standing at the first slip misses it but…