As we evolve as a writer, our writing evolves too — Writing is many things — the thrill of stumbling upon a new idea, the rush of putting it in words, the high of completing the first draft, the drag of endless revisions that follow, and that fulfilling sense ‘of something growing’ that envelops us as we progress in our work…

How sometimes happiness comes without any reason — The only two other people in the carriage of the tube I was sitting in were two hippies — a woman in a loose brown shirt with a bandana on her forehead, shoulder-length hair spread about her face and a man with his head on her lap wearing a white-colored…

And I was left drenched in the torrent of her memories — As the long piercing shriek of the train’s wheels dragging on the iron tracks finally stopped, and the wrinkled doors of the train stuttered open, the mass of eager crowd poured out, rushing towards the existing stairs. Like a torrent, the unceasing flow gushed down the stairwell and emerged into…

How culture of Clapping on Medium is harming both readers and writers — As my thumb lay pressed on the smooth aluminum-finished surface of my Mac’s trackpad, and the clap icon on the laptop screen began to spit out the pink and green confetti, the same thought crossed my mind — how many claps before I should stop? Is less than ten too…

Relationship wrecking balls: Tales of terrible guidance — We all have that one friend — you know, the one who fancies themselves a guru on love even though their own relationship portfolio is a titanic-grade disaster. …

My drama queen friend tells me that he has had enough. — The phone rings — it’s my drama queen college buddy, so I know what’s coming. “I just wanna kill myself!” he wails. Right on script. I let him go on his tirade for a few minutes, pacing as he vents about the latest so-called catastrophe. …

How finding one began my healing process — On the pillow, next to me, my phone starts buzzing, casting a harsh blue glow into the darkness. I lift my head, squinting against the glare. It is Rhea — now my only friend — calling. Her name flashes repeatedly tempting me to reach out. To pick the phone up…

This is how I got it and now it haunts all my vacations — My first thought when a New York Times story notification flashed on my phone — Siri is spying on me! It was uncanny after all. One night my wife suggests we go on a holiday to Lake District. …

That’s how I squeezed my way out of watching it — almost — “This TV series is popular and by definition what is popular is nine out of ten times trash and what is trash is not suitable to my fine taste in watching TV. So isn’t it obvious? …