The Rebel

P.S. I’ve shifted to Mumbai and have settled in well. I will slowly be getting back to posting frequently. I used to post everyday because it was my way of staying in touch… Read More →

Coming Home

Day 95

The Golden Sunset

  (Haven’t been able to post much of late; Recovering from illness, plus a couple of job interviews. Will be back to the 3-5 posts a week frequency soon :) Until then, I’ll post… Read More →

The Beautiful Script

At school, the kids learn Urdu, Hindi and English. Most of them know Kashmiri, Pahari and Gojjari as well. Urdu, without a doubt, has the most beautiful script amongst all the languages I’ve… Read More →

The Staircase

One of my favourite places in the school is along the staircase. The architecture of the east-end of the school presents wonderful photo opportunities. Here are three of my favourites, all taken on… Read More →

The Cricket Tournament

If the wild bowler thinks he bowls, Or if the batsman thinks he’s bowled, They know not, poor misguided souls, They too shall perish unconsoled. I am the batsman and the bat, I… Read More →

Peaches and Garlic