A Tale Of Two Nights

Loud noises of the Gypsy Jeeps were echoing in every alleyway. Alleyways stuffed with people as far as the eye could see. While most of them were rushing to listen to The Man in White speak, a few seemed to be making their way out of the crowd, almost as if they were looking for something precious that they had just lost. Pandemonium. This was the only possible way to describe the night, right in the middle of which was a young girl.

Bura Na Mano, Holi Hai!

Holi, the festival of colour and rejoice. A festival where people come together, keeping their grudges aside and forgetting their caste, religion and gender to celebrate the festival together. It is the festival that turns everyone into blank canvases, ready to be coloured by our friends and family.

Far from Home

The mother tongue is the inner most sanctuary of the soul. – Gustav Stresemann
Our mother language is our identity. We’ll be speechless without it. Our mother language is our identity. We’ll be speechless without it. In return nothing is asked from us but to be spoken out loud with pride.