A deeply personal memoir about Ajā, my grandfather. This is a collection of memories, grief, and love that never fades. Now he’s gone, but he lives on in our memories and this memoir. This is a tribute to a grandfather, written post his death, who meant a lot to me.

This is a flower that I've been seeing since childhood. It hit me one day, and I wrote this entire thing. Hahahaha

Talks about how I deal with emotions, and even maybe why I do so... also speaks of my philosophy behind the same.

Sitar is love. But here I explore Sitar and Love, and Love in Sitar.

"Constipated Optimism" - as far as I am concerned, I coined this term (pats myself on the back). This term was coined when one day I was...

Just me, writing about what I feel about God, and frequently breaking off into random topics.

A Document of sorts of the baithak that I plan on organising every month.

This blog covers a lot of random things (as intended) starting from Richard Siken, to Margret Mead, to Krishnadvaipayana Vyasa, to Ashma.

Written when I was a little anxious. Read it if you find the time to do so.

My personal philosophy. That's it. Just that much.

A blog or a music listening session? Well, this blog talks about my philosophy of falling in love with the music of nature and the magic of

Life should be great rather than long. Lets look at the brevity and grandiose of existence- embrace the cursory moments and find equilibrium

Rediscover the art of love in the chaos of modern relationships. Explore the value of patience, compromise, and understanding in a relations

Over-contemplating my scooty rides in different settings and comparing it with music?!? Yes, I'm weird.

How picking somebody up at the airport is a special experience and a greater meaning attached to it.

Loving and then letting go is often difficult to process. I write about the rollercoaster of emotions that I went through in this process.