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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 sometime on 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 few fellow dog enthusiasts: a message about a dog found wandering the streets of T

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-disap

A weighted day reveals the quiet truths we often ignore. Live a little — and become a lot. Yesterday was a weighted day. It wasn't a heavy-duty day at the Gym, though i like lifting weights. I moved through it agonizingly slothful. Now, as it winds down into the calming stillness of a wintry night, a quiet sense of relief settles over me. I’m sitting before the television, watching the stunningly directed, cerebral thriller Shutter Island  — a story that chills straight to t

On Rain, Reveries and Reality Today was the start of the week and, like every other week in the recent past, I expected it to be a blur — to be swept away in the vortex of chaos that usually unfolds on a typical Monday morning. The rainy spell still continued, and despite being a self-confessed pluviophile, I found myself longing for a clear blue sky — for that warm, bright sun peeking shyly from behind the clouds. A little pool of water had collected on my balcony from the i

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

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

From G-forces to anti-gravity — a day on the racetrack, my own little F1 movie. Yesterday was an extraordinary day in my life. It was a Sunday unlike any other—adrenaline-fuelled and dopamine-laced, pure ecstasy on four wheels. I suspect I will soon need another fix. Before you come blazing at me with guns drawn, rest assured I am talking about my day out on the tracks—encouraged by my twelve-year-old son and by the one constant in the many variables I am continually trying t

Some songs don’t just take you back — they remind you who you were, and how far you’ve travelled. For those born in the seventies and eighties — Gen X and the Millennials — Walk Like an Egyptian  was one of the anthems we grew up with. Those quirky hand movements, allegedly Egyptian, were pure joy to slip into any party routine. No house party was complete without it. Looking back, I truly did love The Bangles — the raspy voice of the lead singer hitting those high notes, the

An aha moment sparked by a pair of Apple headphones, tangled up with a surprisingly wise Cat in the Hat reminder from one of my favourite authors I once read to my son. A Surprising Gift Apple Max headphones — those big chonky ones. I had no clue they even existed until a couple of years ago when a dear friend from Singapore gifted us a pair. I nearly fell off my chair. I’d always thought AirPods were Apple’s only aural offering — not to be confused with aura , those concen

A rediscovery of rhythm, courage, and joy — one step at a time. Back Then It was many moons ago. I look back fondly on my college days — a free-spirited 19-year-old in Bangalore, graduating from a prestigious all-girls college, dancing to Shyam and the West Wind , and swaying to the beat on the occasional Saturday evening at the Club. I still remember performing on stage to I’ve Had the Time of My Life  from Dirty Dancing  — dressed in an all-black ensemble: a skirt and top,

A personal reflection on Diwali — part laughter, part longing — where food, diyas, and memory coalesce, reminding us that love glows quietly long after the night quietens to your breath. I don’t consider myself particularly religious (veering right seems to be very happening these days) — more spiritually leaning , if that makes sense. That doesn’t mean I’m sitting in lotus yoga poses wearing Lululemon pants, seeking enlightenment, hot and sweaty, or meditating for hours to t

I wrote this on a summer evening when my dad was still here — full of energy, wit, and stubborn charm. Now, months after he’s gone, his footsteps still echo in memory. This is my way of standing by him, once more.

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Shadow is the strategist. Coffee dreams on the mast. Fury stands guard. I may be at the wheel — but they call the shots. A founder's flex… told through three dogs on a boat.

Rain. Rage. Resilience. And one SUV that thinks it’s Hulk Hogan on Mars protein powder. A monsoon rant that turned wax eloquent. It’s been raining where I live. I consider myself a pluviophile — I love the rains, what with the smell of wet earth and raindrops trickling down my windows, embellishing them with little spheroids of crystal. It’s not cool to complain, I am painfully aware. Be a part of the solution,  they say, not the prophet of doom and gloom.  The irony, of cour

when cardio, chaos and cannine charisma collide ! There’s something about a dog.Those eyes — staring straight into your soul — liquid, molten pools of love. The warm nuzzles against your cheek, the unabashed joy when you return home… priceless. For everything else in life, there’s plastic — notwithstanding your credit score. I was watching a dog eulogy on my Instagram feed the other day and nearly welled up. Naturally, I hastily forwarded it to a bunch of fellow dog empaths.

Not this. Not that. Just Becoming. We’re told to be different. To break boxes. To stand out. But what happens when you actually do? Be...

Not just a Croissant. A metaphor for living well! Croissant, ah! Pronounced the way the French do ( croah-ssahn )... or just Croissant , the way I do. Help me out here — I might be wandering aimlessly in an intonation wasteland. But honestly, I don’t really give a nickel. Don't label me as a pretentious snob — I am just a wanderer in search of life-altering truths. I have the association bias , you see. I like to find patterns and meaning in everything. The decadent, buttery,

Not for the applause. Not for the front row seat.Invisible work. Quiet strength. They say brand building is all about marquee, visibility, and flexing your muscles — being the strongman, flaunting your fancy Ivy League degrees, and celebrating every new round of funding. But what about building yourself? That’s a different ball game altogether. And this begs the question — is the brand really different from its founder/creator? I don’t know about others. To me, they have to b