japan, war, midway islands, mediterranean, fight

The final flight

Standing at the edge of the flight deck, the shimbu-tai, or Special Attack Unit insignia on my arm glistened against the rising sun as the cool morning breeze almost swept away my side cap. Frantic in motion, I stopped it from flying into the sunrise; losing it was a sign of death at the hands of the enemy.… Read more>
movies, old movies, indian movies, males, females, being woman, minu nymus


Kinni was narrating the story of a movie she had recently watched, “And you know Minu, when they saw each other, they immediately knew that they were brothers … even though they met each other after 20 years!”“But Kinni,” I said, “the younger brother was just a year old when they parted.… Read more>
splashing in a puddle

Downsides of Downpours

When I used to walk to my school, I thought anyone on the road using any sort of transport was being annoying. When I started riding a bicycle to the school, I thought anyone on the road using any sort of transport including the pedestrians but me (of course) was annoying.… Read more>

Confessions of a Stingy Shopaholic

Her eyes widened with excitement as she stepped off the local tram onto the busy and breezy street. It was a new city, a new country and so a whole new collection of things! Things she needed, things she wanted, things she wanted but didn’t need and thinks she didn’t even know she needed.… Read more>

The shot

There was an eerie sense of stillness and calm in the room. It was almost picturesque, located in the thick of the woods, complete with dancing rays of the sun and petrichor emanating from the wet grass, if one could ignore the red smeared on the walls all over.… Read more>

Stop This Train

When I was 6 years old I thought that becoming older was the only way I would get more chocolates to eat. Now that I’m 20, I wish I didn’t have to remind myself to eat fewer chocolates for my own sake.… Read more>
Girl standing against the sunset, coffee writers blog, tomboy


It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon. I was standing on the roof of our kitchen, three feet away from the roof of our neighbor’s house. Lali was standing there, asking me to jump towards her. She’d just jumped across and was insisting that I do the same.… Read more>

Prescribed Reflections

Like any red-blooded teenager, I was very conscious of my body throughout high school, but despite hating myself in pictures I would still look at the mirror and see some level of beauty. Looking back now I wonder how that was even possible.… Read more>

Norwegian Wood

PART I: The Song. She once said, “I can feel it on a spiritual level, the cosmic sound of the Sitar played by Harrison. Lennon, so close, standing right in front me, right here, singing, to me. It awakens a feeling, a long-lost one.” Norwegian Wood by The Beatles was playing on the gramophone.… Read more>

The boy who cried depression

To begin with, I wanted this to be an essay with citations from journals and papers on psychiatry and clinical depression to make my point. But, I’m no student of psychology or psychiatry and I do not believe in half-knowledge; especially in such cases.… Read more>