
An Old Man and His Ice Cream
A quiet Mysore evening at a café window, an old man with his kulfi, and the fleeting glance we shared — proof that the smallest moments can linger the longest.
A quiet Mysore evening at a café window, an old man with his kulfi, and the fleeting glance we shared — proof that the smallest moments can linger the longest.
Caught between two oblivious leg-jigglers, I endured a movie seat earthquake that turned into an accidental physics illustration.
A story on routines and their beauty told using an interaction of a couple I observed in Bangalore traffic.
A walkthrough of my home where I concentrate on the tiny details that make it my home.