It was a bright Tuesday morning. I had left my house at exactly 7:30 AM for my boring job in an office so depressing, I despised every second I spent in it. I proceeded to halt at a tea stall to have my regular cup of ginger tea. In this usual series of events, something strange caught my eye, a child, with eyes so deep it almost felt like he could pierce right through my flesh and read my soul. I walked up to him. Why I did that, I do not know. It was as if a magnet was pulling me towards him. ...

It’s the little moments that make life big.

He never went to a school to read this quote, but he learnt to live by it. A home that can be barely considered as one, non existent footwear and ragged clothes. It was easy to pass him as just another victim of his times, but for that contagious smile that never left his face. What one would call adversities were his musings. Eventually, he learnt how to be happy with them. A muddy puddle in between the road on a hot day, a nuisance to many, an opport...

Accidents are life-altering events. Severe mishaps might have lasting effects on the body but there are also mental repercussions. One's outlook towards life might change after a life-threatening injury. And that is exactly what happened to him.

He wasn't always on the streets. In fact, he once was well off enough to fend for himself and even send some money back home. But it didn't last long. Call it fate, but he got involved in some dirty business and ended up losing everything. Addiction qui...

If someone asked Priyanka how to take good pictures, she would recall what her instructor at NID told her 10 years ago.

“Technical perfection, story, meaning and feeling are valuable to judge any photograph.” Whenever she took pictures, Priyanka tried to perfect at least three of these values.

Waking up at 3:18 am to see the first ray of sunshine at Konark Sun Temple wasn’t easy for Priyanka. After snoozing off 3 alarms(each snooze costing her 15 minutes), drinking a cup of hot mocha coffee and ...

Captain Somar Sharma might be commanding the 4th Jat unit of the Jat Regiment, but for his 6-year-old daughter, Chavvi, he was her world.

He would contact his family every alternate day from Bareilly and even come to Delhi to celebrate their special days. Somar narrated stories of his quests and hardships to his wife and daughter. Every second night, one could see an eager, big-eyed kid begging her father on call, to tell the stories of the valour of soldiers who thwarted and tricked the enemy...

In the moments just before the commencement of the play, the whole backstage was chaotic, yet, Subhash, the veteran theatrical actor who had given this exact same performance in 15 states prior to today’s show was quiet and lost. He knew all his dialogues by heart, in fact, he even remembered the dialogues of others too. Still, after doing all of this, he could feel the cacophony of his throbbing heartbeat gradually rising in the ears, and soon, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat...

The sun isn't up yet. The birds are chirping, as if heartily inviting dawn. The old man is turning off the solar lamps which were recently installed in the parks. As he walks along the path turning off the lamps, the young cricketers greet him as they enter the park. They are followed by some elderly men, all ex-servicemen, who greet him warmly for he has been the loyal caretaker of the park for many years now. People soon start pouring in from the second gate too. The lush green park is soon bu...

Humanity wept, justice trembled.

Souls scarred, bodies dismembered.

It struck again. It massacred again. Ruthlessly, it tore apart families. A mother sobs on her boy's corpse. An inconsolable daughter begs her father to open his eyes. A brother carries her sister, crying for help. Innocence is lost. Fear is all there is. Fear that it will strike again.

It is merciless.

It is blind.

It is terrorism.

Terrorism has no face, no identity. It's lurking among us, as one of us, seeking revenge. ...