When I was four, my father had to travel to Germany for work. This was the first time he was travelling abroad and as was the tradition...

Oh my love, it’s a long way we’ve come; From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons; From the stony fields, to hanging steel...

On February 5th, 2007, I took my first awkward steps into this new-fangled thing called 'blogging'. So much has happened since and so...

What will our children remember of us? Ever think of that? I do, all the time. Because when I look back to the memories I have of my...

I was in the vile wasteland of Twitter the other day and came across a tweet, where a woman had asked why little-boy-shoes are so much...

On Saturday, Rook and I had ventured into Dharavi. Our quest? To find a nice leather purse for Rook’s mom who recently turned 75. Because...

Yesterday, in a furious burst of pre-Diwali madness, we ventured to the old furniture market at Oshiwara. The errand was simple: get a...

The internet has changed the way we do… well, everything. Think, speak, write, love, hate, sing, dance, read. Everything. It has also...

On Tuesday morning, halfway through my physiotherapy, I got a call from Rook. Pookie had apparently shoved a screw up her nose. It was...

The funny thing about people is we get used to things pretty quickly. What’s once surprising, if repeated often enough, becomes the new...

In Greek mythology, there was a monster who Theseus had to fight. This guy had a bed he tied his prisoners to. If they were longer than...

This smells like a year-end post. It has all the ingredients – the googlies life threw at me, the good stuff that happened, the lessons I...

Over the past month, I’ve been following the #MeTooIndia tweets on Twitter, as the movement spread from the entertainment industry...

The other day, I was out shoe-shopping. Don’t ask why. You may as well ask why I’d taken Pookie along. Fine. I’ll tell you. It’s because...

Hardship, I remember reading somewhere, is what steers man towards god. We turn to spirituality, not while being buoyed on the frothy...

Two months and not a peep out of me. A near impossibility in real life, but it’s what’s happened online. In case you’re wondering why,...

Every generation has a moniker that defines them. The Lost Generation. Generation X. Millennials. And squished between the last two are...

And so, like someone teetering under a gigantic, heavy box who has somehow managed to keep it where it was supposed to be kept without...

Dear Pookie, You’re four years old now and learning things that seem formidable and challenging. How to eat with your own hand. How to...

There’s just over one month left for the book to come out and as you can imagine, I’m bursting with joy going out of my mind. This is...