
I Had To Find It.
As I walked into her room, every wall stared back at me. Then as if recognising, it’s one of their ally, turned back to their silent conversation. They spoke of a story hidden from the world. The pictures on them
Continue Reading →As I walked into her room, every wall stared back at me. Then as if recognising, it’s one of their ally, turned back to their silent conversation. They spoke of a story hidden from the world. The pictures on them
Continue Reading →*The article is inspired from the documentary Helvetica shown as part of the course Graphic Designing 101, Department of Design, IIT Guwahati, India*The movie embodies me as a powerful ubiquitousspirit, as if I really exist. How can a typeface be somebody, anybody
Continue Reading →Streetshoping is an art. Or may be I am just exaggerating it. As a first timer (in Mumbai) in street shopping with limited bucks from my intern, some of the tried and tested strategies. Strategy One : Act like a know-it-all I-own-Bandra Bebo Whatever
Continue Reading →Yes, I think it's about time I let these out and stop grumbling and whining for these technological voids in my utterly monotonous life coated with drama and design in one of the best technical universities on the other side
Continue Reading →I recently read Harry Potter and the Deadly Hallows again. Why you may ask? Well it feels good to lean back on things that defined your childhood. Especially if it is part of a series of those big fat novels
Continue Reading →I decided to work according to the way humans think I do. And bring them together after nine years. At the same crossroad. We will meet again, if Destiny permits us, they had said. Well, here I was, permitting them
Continue Reading →After what seems to be decades of complaining, there is finally an oasis of fresh cocoa seeds in this desert of tastes-like-dettol coffee. Okay. This might be an exaggeration, but ask those who have been living off 10% caffeine, 10%
Continue Reading →My dearest mom and dad,I write this as words and hugs are the only currency we trade in our family. I write this as there are tons of things I never stop and thank you for. Small tiny weeny things
Continue Reading →Some things are constant. Like the amount of aloo in the Sunday morning canteen wala dosa. The taste of aloo parathas of Core 1. The only conclusion that people draw if a boy and a girl are walking by the
Continue Reading →It was just another mundane session of scrolling down Facebook feed and switching tabs between online shopping portals and Quora. Just then I came across a really long post of an old friend, the one which has "Continue Reading" at
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