Everything

Why does it feel like,That I’ve been places with you; Places that I haven’t visited, or even read about. Places (both inside and out) that I didn’t even know existed.  Why does it feel like,  That I’ve seen your gorgeous smile, on nights - brighter than days, And, on days - darker than nothingness itself. Why does it feel … Continue reading Everything

the year 2020, in books. balancing the desire to be lost with the longing to be found.

Books have meant different things to me - at different points of time in my life. At times, I've read to understand and interpret the world. On others, to simply impress and charm. I've also read - sometimes - to experience otherness and with a genuine desire to know what it means to be somebody … Continue reading the year 2020, in books. balancing the desire to be lost with the longing to be found.

The Art of Justicing: The Story of Justice Gita Mittal

First published on Bar and Bench A call from the High Court is a big thing, whoever and wherever one is – in life. Especially when you are a 25-year-old Magistrate, and it is your parent High Court. It fills you with excitement and dread. One late afternoon, during my stint as a Magistrate at Dwarka Courts, … Continue reading The Art of Justicing: The Story of Justice Gita Mittal

A quick review of ‘Ten Lessons for a Post-Pandemic World’ by Fareed Zakaria.

I didn’t imagine 2020 to shape out the way that it did. And my guess is - you didn’t, either. ‘The most well laid out schemes of mice and men often go awry’. The Pandemic brought life and all fancy plans to a grinding halt and compelled us to think, and meditate. “There are decades … Continue reading A quick review of ‘Ten Lessons for a Post-Pandemic World’ by Fareed Zakaria.

Diary of a Dust Bin

An unemployed-post-graduate’s resume- for an underpaying clerical job;A poor widow’s application-for an insignificant pension;A prescription for medicines-that the abandoned senior citizen could never buy; A strangulated female foetus,with the umbilical cord still tightly coiled around her delicate neckWho am I ?I am a garbage-bin on a street near you;And, by the way,I also happen to … Continue reading Diary of a Dust Bin

From Bar to Bench, and back | Story of Life So Far; Well, More or Less.

In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.I realized, through it all, that…In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, … Continue reading From Bar to Bench, and back | Story of Life So Far; Well, More or Less.