He never really cared for Valentine’s Day. It was a mere symbol of commercialisation of emotions for him. However, this year something felt amiss, he wasn’t feeling his usual self.

Once upon a time, there lived a family of four; a father and a mother and their two sons. They lived a happy life. But as they say, happiness is nothing but a prelude to troubles. Troubles soon came knocking on their doors. When the younger son was just seven years old, the mother passed away.

Truth be told, he wasn’t an emotional man. His emotional moments could be numbered in finger tips. The world saw his vulnerability, once when he saw his mother shouldered by four people, then when he shouldered his sisters’ palanquin and finally today when he shouldered his daughter’s pyre.

See no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil: The three-monkey-principle that every one of us has come across. Our school had its own version of the principle; be good, do good. The motto of the school, although it sounds good, isn’t practical.

As social creatures, it is but natural that we soak in our surroundings and adapt ourselves with all that is fed into us by the society.

The thing about childhood is that you get used to receiving gifts even on the small occasions.

Six million dollars, a figure she just couldn’t shake off her head. As her parents bellowed, she stared at the wooden coffin neatly packaged in the TIA hanger, and was transported to that one literature class back in her school.

Tung tung...tung tung...tung tung. That’s the sound he had learned to sleep to for four years now. But today it kept him awake.

This was only the fourth time Hari had cried. Not for himself but for his daughter’s faith and his actions that shaped them

In this race called life, we need company—people with whom we can share our joys and sorrows