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I borrowed half an hour from work to write. Somewhere between a cup of coffee, a sleeping dog, pink roses, and books waiting patiently on the shelf, I realised that perhaps life itself is borrowed time. Maybe the least we can do is borrow a little of it back for ourselves. I am sitting on the couch, furiously typing away the story I want to write. I glance at my phone and let out a little cry. I have exactly half an hour before the workday begins. I ask for a cup of coffee, t

"Two women who had once worn each other's clothes were now speaking like strangers trying to remember how they had once known each other." I am Palomi. I am thirty years old now. I live in Australia, sunny Sydney to be exact. The last few days, I've found myself thinking a lot about my college years. Perhaps it's because I was scrolling through my phone when it buzzed with a notification. On this day, eleven years ago. The photograph stopped me in my tracks. I had my arm arou

A boy who plays guitar only after his father's door has closed. A grandmother who came a long way to say one true thing. An afternoon, a café, the rain. A short story about being seen.

It had been raining for days. Vikram had been missing for months. The flowers in the garden had never looked better. Janya sat on the couch anxiously, peering out over the balcony. The sky was angry, nimbus clouds threatening to unleash chaos upon the city. Her curly hair framed her face, lines creasing her forehead as she pushed an unruly strand behind her ear. Dressed in a white linen sleeveless salwar suit, she looked the picture of serenity. A storm was gathering and she

The reason I am writing this is because I am witnessing the metamorphosis of a boy into a person I deeply admire. Not a man. Just a lad. A person becoming.

I found myself thinking about the different interpretations of love. Was love an act of passion...feral, consuming, and unencumbered by reason? Or was it found in the quieter virtues of everyday life: kindness, loyalty, companionship, and steadfast presence?

Mrs V called in sick. Fury declared war on the floor. Somewhere between dog hair, dirty laundry, Friedrich Nietzsche, and a mop bucket, I was reminded why I started a cleaning brand in the first place. Yesterday was a day full of surprises. A mixed bag really. By the time it ended, I was sure the unhappy ones were there for a reason. I was to leave for Chennai the day after tomorrow. There was so much that needed to be done before I left, miles to log before I could call it a

Friday arrived with impossible challenges, quiet guilt, rescue puppies, Michael Jackson night, and fifteen stolen minutes of peace on the couch beside my dogs. A story about chaos, tenderness, and everything that quietly holds us together. Friday dawned bright and clear. The kind of morning that made me smile quietly at all the impossible challenges waiting ahead. I chuckled to myself as I tumbled out of bed and headed downstairs to let the dogs out for their morning business

A black Shih Tzu, a mother's birthday, a Bali memory, and why blogging is how I metabolise life before it disappears into memory.

I am a daughter who still grieves her mother after 13 years. An anxiety survivor. A reluctant extrovert. A mother improvising her way through each day. A founder building a business not on networking or funding, but on research, conviction and stubborn verve. I am sitting at this café with its tall French windows letting in sheets of afternoon light. Soft blues plays in the background. A pendant lamp hangs above me, casing me mummy-like in its warmth. Perched on a high bar st

Between business struggles, parenting a teenager, and the creeping sense of invisibility, a 40 plus woman navigates the uncertain terrain of adulting, holding on to courage, conviction, and a stubborn will to keep going. It was a sunny day in Coimbatore. The sky was a clear cerulean blue. I climbed into my SUV, ready to take on the day. Someone had sent me a carpe diem text that morning, and it spoke to me. I will tell you why. I rarely open WhatsApp forwards these days, and

It’s okay to sometimes be alone.Because the moment you start enjoying your own company, you become more.

Eight stones, worn close. A story of moons, memory, and the quiet weight of faith. I have been asked many a time, why I wear so many bracelets. Made from different stones and of different hues, they sit snug on my wrist. And now, with all the hullabaloo about Artemis II and the ongoing voyage to the moon, I find myself looking at the perfectly rounded, smooth stones I wear and thinking about the many moons I carry. I have always liked the moon. There is a word for it. Like th

A Friday evening in Mumbai turns into something more than just a concert. Watching Def Leppard live becomes a journey through time, identity, and the quiet ways music stays with us long after the night ends. It was a magical Friday evening last week, one that will stay with me forever. I landed in Mumbai the Thursday before, excitement in my voice and a spring in my step. The airport thrummed with activity, setting the pace for what was to come. I should have known. The rest

A reflection on gravity, the quiet force that holds the universe together and keeps our feet on the ground. From cosmic wonder to the small moments that anchor our lives, this essay explores what it truly means to be held by gravity. Rewatching Gravity, starring the effortlessly charming George Clooney and Sandra Bullock, recently reminded me how diaphanous the line is between being anchored and drifting endlessly into the inky void. In physics, gravity is the weakest of the

It was May 2, 2023, when we left for Bangalore early in the morning. We had decided to return the very same day, which was the sole reason for our hurried departure from Coimbatore. The sky was still dark, a faint sliver of light stretching across the horizon. The air was unmoving and redolent with the fragrance of oleander flowers. I noticed the milkman trudging along on his rickety two-wheeler, cans clanking softly as he rode up the road, immersed in his own thoughts. The h

What Began as a Forwarded Message: The Journey of Toto and Me A Journey of Hope and Heartbreak What began as a forwarded message on a December afternoon turned into a month-long journey of hope, heartbreak, and humanity. This is the story of Toto—a dog rescued by a village—and how, in the process, he rescued me too. It was a Sunday in December—I remember that much distinctly. My phone dinged with a text notification. I opened it. It was a forward from a friend, shared among a

A Saturday basketball game, a screaming banshee of a mom, and a car ride full of kids taught me a quiet lesson about winning, losing, and why how you play still matters. It was the third Saturday of January. The new year had rolled in with the promise of new beginnings — cue the eye roll — and a fresh set of resolutions, hopefully not all destined to be broken. I was busy finishing up a blog when my alarm went off, reminding me of my son’s basketball match. I shut my laptop,

A light, crunchy, nutrient-dense salad designed to reset the palate and the day. Fresh greens, fruits, seeds, and nuts come together with a zesty, lightly sweet dressing in a bowl that’s colourful, fresh, and feels like a new beginning. A harried mom's quiet act of self love, served in a bowl! 2026 had to be different. I resolved that at the strike of midnight — my tryst with destiny would not remain an unfulfilled dream. I had a brand to build, miles to run, an eclectic fa

Somewhere between tourists and madness, coffee and Stranger Things, I found myself coming back to the water. A Journey to the Seaside: Embracing Imperfection It was sometime in fall when we decided to take a trip to the seaside in the last week of December. My sister chirped on the phone, “It would be Christmas time and just perfect to unwind and let your hair down a little.” A wicked thought popped into my head...my husband doesn’t have any hair. How does he let his long-dis