Essays

We travel for places, but somehow, we come back remembering people.

We travel for places, but somehow, we come back remembering people.

An unforgettable coincidence

An unforgettable coincidence

Sometimes courage is just saying hello.

Sometimes courage is just saying hello.

What a tiny splinter taught me about the things we keep postponing.

What a tiny splinter taught me about the things we keep postponing.

The People Who Already Have Enough

There are two brothers in my village whom I have seen since childhood. Every time we passed that road, they were always there — always sitting in the same place, under the mango trees, talking only to each other.

A story about solo travel, unexpected kindness and small moments.

I went to Goa for a month — not just to travel, but to actually live there while managing my remote job. Near one of my favourite cafés, there was a small dreamcatcher shop. Every day while passing by, I would look at those dreamcatchers and feel curious.

Sometimes what holds us back first feels like home.

One day, I was in the kitchen at my parents' house doing something ordinary when my eyes wandered toward the drawing room. The hall lights were off. Everything looked darker than it really was — and then I saw something that stopped me.

Not of things, but of feelings I didn't want to lose.

I was born and raised in a village, and stayed there until I was around 13–14 years old. As a child, I would spend hours walking through those fields — not looking for anything in particular, but somehow always finding something.

What started as a routine slowly became something more.

Recently, my father went through angioplasty after we found out he had two blockages. The doctor advised him to walk at least 2 km every day. So now, in the evenings, I go with him — and these walks have become something I didn't expect.

In a quiet moment of meditation, something appeared and I couldn’t ignore it.

In a quiet moment of meditation, something appeared and I couldn’t ignore it.

How we complicate the simple things

How we complicate the simple things

The Night the Sand Glowed - Gokarna’s Hidden Magic

The Night the Sand Glowed - Gokarna’s Hidden Magic

Last December, I was on a solo trip to Kerala when I made a short stop in Alappuzha.