Little Women by Louisa May Alcott left an indelible mark on my memory. Find out why.
I could have chosen to be the bigger person. But I didn't.
It wasn’t the best evening for Cafe Mocha in the November of 2017. Danish and I decided to sit outside because the loud music just made it unbearable. We were meeting to discuss an article that I was to write about his profession. I was taking notes, watching some videos on his phone as examples … Continue reading Men who are nice to waiters
Read the moving story of Muktaa Akka who served at Mukti Mission
In a world full of selfies, and Me-first noises, be the empath, be the good listener.
If someone never thanked you for a help, that's okay. The world shouldn't end there.
Imagine a five-year-old boy with polio in left leg swimming against the current in a river. Yeap, that was my Dad. Those days, most kids were not vaccinated. So Dad learnt independence pretty early in life, never expecting sympathy for his deformity. He grew up to be a man who never preached without practising. At … Continue reading 7 vital lessons Dad taught me without really teaching
I saw this self-styled charitable video on YouTube the other day. It showed the horrors of online chatting and the dangers to teenage kids. There’s a worried group of young men who are out on a mission to teach the teenage kids a lesson so they wouldn’t EVER chat with a stranger or worse, think … Continue reading The charities that don’t begin at home
Pity yourself for a day. You realize it sucks. And the world will embrace your stronger self more easily. Heck, pity yourself for your own sake. To get your own hug. And before you know it, you would learn to laugh at yourself. For a change, listen to a bunch of parrots chirping at night. … Continue reading It just takes a moment to look up!
I was 15 when I first saw the rays of the setting sun falling on the marble gravestone. That memory brings me back to St Stephen’s cemetery in Bandra. It’s been many years. It is still warm. Each inscription tells a tale of love. Of passions locked. Of tears shed profusely over dead dreams. Dreams … Continue reading The Cemetery