While growing up, I had only heard about the dance bars of Mumbai in news channels. A news anchor would announce the breaking news about a raid in Mumbai dance bar and women were arrested. Usually, mom or dad would change the channel the moment face covered women would appear on the screen.

It has been a year since I moved to Mumbai to make it big in life but I never went to the dance bars. I never felt the need. A friend of mine got engaged back in my hometown. His marriage was in

It was a big day for me. I was hopeful but nervous too. Getting into the final round of that job interview was a big deal for me. It was one of India’s best international call centers after all. Cracking its final round meant thousands of rupees in my bank account every month, and my family no longer mocking me for being of no use.

I was new to the city. I was still not comfortable with the weather, people and local language. I reached there all drenched due to unexpected rain

I could hear those voices in my head. My imagination was quite vivid – a TV reporter was flashing in front of my eyes, reading out the news about my suicide – ‘Suvreen Goyal, a 26-year-old girl who worked in an IT company, cut her wrists and killed herself. Since she was living alone in a 1BHK apartment in Block D of Famous Height 2 in Koregaon Park, nobody got to know as she bled throughout the night. Her parents were informed about this tragedy when they reached Pune&helli

We keep hearing about legends that often sound strange, fascinating or sometimes absurd to us. We usually don’t believe in them. Sometimes we even laugh at them. However, deep down, there’s a child in us that wants these legends to exist. Deep down, we want our world to be a lot more than what we see around us.

My days in Pune had many landmark moments and a few of them involved meeting interesting people. In fact, on my second day in the city, there was a girl I met dur

I knew the war had begun. When I rummage through my memories now, I realize that the seed of that long battle was sown precisely during that time. There were no arms involved yet, no sound of gun fires, no declarations made by either of the army chiefs yet. It was only the media that was buzzing with noise, but at the border, there was nothing but silence. However, the day I received orders from my army chief to ‘get active’; I knew this silence wouldn’t last for long. I kne