love The Walker Kurien Mathews - The Walker. Whiskey glasses and hearts should have no bottoms. Wish more people got that.
zeitgeist An Ode to the Wise (of today) The human mind is a joke. Or a dirge. Or maybe, just maybe, a salvation. Dafaq do I know.
love Don't take the 5th, this 5th Teacher's Day. Haha. I have been brought up mostly by women. All teachers. This is not a day. This is my life.
love Featured A river ran through his heart My father. The riverman. And why this is neither eulogy nor homage. But a promise.
culture The bold man and the sea - earnestly remembering Ernest An ode to the word. Through Ernest Hemingway. Or is it the other way? Either way, it is worth every damn syllable.
girliyat The Citadels of Desire The twin ignition points of life - as we want it to be, are on one citadel each. They work together. Because, ultimately, they are one.
digital dogs The Unbearable Brightness of doing the right thing When we set up Digital Dogs Content and Media, Anjali and I and a handful of brave (or stupid) people, we didn't know what will lie ahead. We still don't. Just in case you are thinking this will be one of those listicles with a title like '10 things successful people do before breakfast'
mind The UnRealist While admiring reality, as is told to us, is an anchor maybe...only believing in it and no other reality is a fucking shame.
love Maybe. Baby We see the moon, and we wonder about its many faces. We see shadow, forgetting we may be casting it. We see pain, not stopping to wonder we may be causing it. Maybe. Just maybe.
love The Doorbell Me. And the Me-Makers. A homage to my mother. My one single source of everything that I am. And everything I can be.
consumer behaviour Retired Heart B21 rarely appears. Even when he does, talking about brands and all that is a damned bore. For him. But then. This is about love. Yeah.
girliyat M in M I am in M. My rhymes and my words. My verses and my versus. My darkness and my light. My entire fucking universe. Is. With. M.
girliyat Banjara Heart Sands don't have footprints. That's the purpose of sands. To keep making man want it. In order to create poetry. Or pain.
girliyat Do you have any last wish? And as I remembered the magnolias from my childhood street, it felt like I was dying. Not the cessation of the exchange of air with the atmosphere. But the cessation of the exchange of dreams with the universe.
girliyat The Empress of all Senses What is that one most ruling sense that drives us? To compel, beseech and even challenge us to become more than what we thought we were capable of?
love Mehjabeen What does one do when one looks destiny in the eyes? Does one look away? Or stay till his eyes burn out?
love Girliyat When you meet a child of the universe, what do you do? Do you dip your hand in the river and believe closing your fist will make it yours? Or do you sit by it, for ever? And know that it will be.
mind When Bitch and a Half met Leech and a Half When a leech meets a bitch. Staying stuck and staying afar duels.
digital dogs Building lovely stuff Digital Dogs Content and Media, a venture founded by Ambarish Ray and Anjali Rawat that focuses on telling authentic and human stories to build real, human action unveils new work for the House of Khimji Jewels.
mind I am Sam Sometimes, loss is love. It's a bitch and twenty five. That kinda love. But you have no option. But to face it.
