Sep 3rd, 2002 Dear Arpita, I know I keep asking you the same question, but doesn’t every mail start this way anyways?
Twenty years since I last came here. When the cost of a haircut was in the single digits. The salon had been uprooted from
She missed the motor pools, she shared on the way back from work, until just a decade ago. Ever since personal pods had
I had heard a little bit about 1917. It was a war movie and on the technical side created to appear like one continuous shot.
One of the things I wanted to do in the new year was write a little bit about every game that I manage to complete this year.
I had stopped at signal at a place I don’t usually pass through. Maybe it was a slow Sunday or I was just in a frame of
I’m returning from a weekend trip out of the city. The air has begun to lose it’s freshness. I begin to wonder. When we think
Having Switzerland be the first destination outside the country that I went to was a scary proposition. It was the year 2008.
It was a strange world she was in. A world imbued with the strangest hues and flora of the strangest design. Yet there was a