Conducting a research, documenting them in a thesis and publishing the work all seems a bit daunting, especially for beginner researchers. Even moderately experienced researchers often times, find themselves scratching their heads and not knowing where to begin. But what if I told you, it doesn’t really have to be…

And so she stood in the middle of the garden. Alone. Terrified. Insecure. All for the very first time in her life. What made it harder was that, the love of her life deserted her too. She broke down, because this was the first time she realized she was useless…

An Elegy

When I was little, my mother told me a story that I did not really understand at the time. But I was reminded of it once again as I was reading the same, elsewhere in a book, albeit in a slightly modified manner. This is how the story unfolded. One…

and how it shattered my life into pieces — It was a gloomy day and the skies indicated that something bad was coming. Usually, on my birthday I wake up all excited. But this birthday was different. Something inside me was not sitting right. There was an unbearable quietness hanging around me. I guess this was the calm before…

Cold and numb the winds have turned With no mercy, her life just spurned People passing by, with not a look of concern Her soul betrayed by a society she never deserved The wounds of time unopened and old Yet they cut it open; when she wasn’t strong enough to cope If the blood on their hands ever spoke, they’d tell you that their sins were plenty and their sins were cold. So she shut herself from the world outside, For she couldn’t stand the pain anymore Her soul washed away in the tears she cried Leaving only the memories behind The memories from a long time ago.

Myth fascinates me. Especially more, it is the interpretations that I love. The following is an extract from “The Alchemist” by world-renowned author, Paulo Coelho. It is a beautiful excerpt, read it through and I will tell you why. “The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan…

Usually, I don’t share my feelings with others. But Why? I have come to realize that most of them will call you up, when there’s a slightly diverse status update or a tweet or some form of feeling unleashed, just to know if you botched things up. When you approach…

Sometimes I wonder how life would be, If somehow you managed to stay beside me Would I love you more, as I love you now? Or is death the answer to build a love so strong? Somedays I wish you could hear me from heaven What would you tell me, when…